Nat led Lia to the suite she usually stayed in and showed her the rather large room that would be hers.
âOkay, hereâs the thing. Iâm not your mom or your handler. I know my apartment doesnât feel like home. I used to feel the same way when people tired to help me. Really. But eventually I let someone help me and it worked out. Iâm just trying to do the same for you. When I make rules itâs not to be a bitch, itâs because I want to keep you safe. The real world isnât the Dark Room. And despite what youâve been though, youâre still an eleven year old girl. Would you rather they stick you in a foster home with people who donât understand what youâve been through? Because thatâs whatâs going to happen if you keep running away and thereâll be nothing I can do to stop it.â
Lia took this in in uncharacteristic silence. Seeing Nat interact with Morgan had shown her a glimpse of Nat she hadnât seen before.
âCan we make rules together?â
âWe can talk about them, yeah. Of course we can. Sometimes I might have to say no, but that doesnât mean talking is pointless.â
âOkay. Can we go dance with Morgan now?â
âSure,â Nat smiled. âLetâs go.â
Nat took the lead and followed the sounds to the kitchen. âWeâre back.â
Their talk hadnât taken as long as Pepper had thought - the cookies had only just gone into the oven. But the hot chocolate was almost ready, so that could be served right away.
âWonderful - weâre getting snacks ready,â she said.
âDo you like hot chocolate?â Morgan asked Lia. Tony and Pepper worked hard at keeping Morgan out of the public eye, which unfortunately meant that she didnât have much opportunity to interact with other children. Even one over twice her age was therefore a treat for her.