M r. Matthews raised Jacob’s chin with his hand. “Did you hide in my wagon?”
Jacob wanted to look away but Mr. Matthews’s grip was firm and his eyes were filled with warmth.
“Yes sir.”
“Why?”
“My sister Idy lives here. We lived here together up in the attic. I missed her something terrible and wanted to see her… and bring her food. She’s starving.”
Mr. Matthews let go of Jacob’s chin. “Your sister lives here?”
