Chapter 38 Regina

• "Would you like me to get you a car so you can drive yourself to and from school?"
• "I'm too young to drive"
• "You didn't think about that when you got in a stranger's car? Who was it?" She looks away pouting and any other day I'd think it was cute but not today. I'm still mad. We've been at this for an hour now. Ophelia refuses to tell me who drove her back or where she went. The cameras outside only caught her getting out of a black sedan with a covered number plate and tinted windows. I feel like shaking her until she answers my questions or she realizes how dangerous it was for her to leave school with a stranger. There's this nagging feeling at the back of my mind telling me it wasn't a stranger. She's not stupid. The problem is she won't tell me who picked her up. For someone her age, she sure is a tough cookie. I swear not even torture could get her to talk. Still, I can't let her get away with this shit "Ophelia, I'm talking to you. Answer me!"