As I said that, a hint of annoyance appeared on his sleepy face. “Sophia, are you trying to get under my skin?”

“No, that's not true.”

I quickly interrupted and brought out a small bunny that the potter had made for me. I thought that could soothe his mood. “This is a bunny I made to match the one you had. It resembles that one and I hope it can make up for what I did that day.”

If I had known, I wouldn't have touched that piggy bank.

But at the time, I ...