James once again walked through the streets of Camberwell with an attitude, reprimanding himself for being such a fool. He should have known Edwin was going to hurt him, but he trusted him anyway.

“I’m such a fool…” he whispered to himself. But a voice next to him startled him back to reality.

“A fool? Well you don’t look like a jester to me,” a soft elderly voice came from a bench beside James.

Looking down, James slowly relaxed. “Mrs. ...