Duncan chimed in with a chuckle, “That's right. Our little Sonny isn’t three anymore. You’re a whole five-year-old now!”

Sonny could not find a retort to that. Okay, he was still a kid.

“Did Laurence say when he’s going home? You can visit him when he’s back.”

Liberty swiftly steered the topic away again, avoiding further interrogation. She seriously had no idea how to explain it.

“Laurence said he won’t be back until summer break. He lives with his teacher’s teacher now and even has to copy medical texts every day until his hands hurt.”

Last year at FC Manor, Sonny had tried helping Laurence copy the texts but gave up quickly, exhausted.

His handwriting was messy, and he barely recognized half the characters.

Laurence’s handwriting was far neater, and he knew more words.

Aunt Ser had comforted him, saying Laurence’s skill came from being made to copy all day, whereas he rarely practiced his writing. It was normal not to have pretty handwriting. Serenity even claimed her handwr