mandy winchester – Page 4

Self-Blame

Mandy clutched her bear tightly after her father left the room. Right now she wanted more than anything to just disappear –

*Note: takes place Monday, spilling into Tuesday Monday Weekend events had been….interesting, to say the least. She’d wondered after the fact if she

“You wanted to talk?” Blade said as he set his tray down and slid into the seat across from Mandy. For her

He reached over, brushing aside hair that was covering her face. He didn’t like seeing that look in her eyes – she

They were looking down at the screens of their hi-tech tablets (that’s what they appeared to be, at least) when she went

Mandy turned in for the night, hugging her stuffed bear close to her. Sir Mister had been given to her by her

To: Michael Carmichael From: Mandy Winchester Subject: Settling In Hey Mikey, LOL, yeah, I know you hate being called that,

Mandy texted her Dad as she headed out the door – she wasn’t sure where he was, but knew he would check