Chapter 15

“You’ll have to give a statement, but they aren’t the type to be hard on a child, so do not worry.” A child, he thought her? At sixteen, she was hardly a child. Just how old did he think she was? Fourteen? Fifteen? Surely not thirteen? But the man never asked. He spoke with the detached air of someone addressing a fleeting inconvenience, not a person, stating only the necessary facts before turning away from her completely. Johanna managed a word of thanks for saving her, but he offered only a perfunctory nod in return.