For the next few months we didn't speak about the hotel or Fred. We hardly spoke at all. She spent a lot of time out in the city. I don't know what she was doing there. When she got back she'd lock herself in her bedroom.
Once a week I'd take the big measuring jug from the kitchen and water Fred's garden. Sophie did the same thing but on a different day. One day I was watching out the kitchen window as she watered the garden and I saw her pick something out of the garden bed. It was a dead plant. She stood there looking at it for a long time, then she took it away and hid it in the tall grass so I wouldn't find it.
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Hotel Ambrose
FantasyTwo runaway children steal a baby and attempt to raise it themselves in the world's most haunted hotel. To Ben and Sophie the abandoned hotel seems like the perfect place to hide. No adult will ever find them there. Within its strange walls they ca...
