Lowri could only…blink at her husband.
Of course. Of course he was right. The child already had a home. A family that she likely thought of as her own. Would she want to be accepted in their family, or would she feel as if they were to be strangers, merely passing ships in the night? Oh, the thought devastated her more than she could bear it. Were she with her children, she might have kept her face smooth and placid, unperturbed. But as it stood, she was with the love of her life. His presence alone saw the tears gathering in her eyes finally fall and she couldn’t help but draw her hand up to her mouth.
She was near collapsing into his full embrace when the thought hit her suddenly and she nearly shot back up out of the chair. “Oh! But - but her letters!” She summoned them with a wave of her wand. “Her letters Eamon.” She flapped the pages at him, physically emphasizing their presence; as if it would be enough to convince a jury. “Why would she write to me like this if she wasn’t interested in being with us? And earlier! Oh you know how I told you about that anonymous poet who wrote to me? It was she who did so under a pseudonym!”
Of course. Of course he was right. The child already had a home. A family that she likely thought of as her own. Would she want to be accepted in their family, or would she feel as if they were to be strangers, merely passing ships in the night? Oh, the thought devastated her more than she could bear it. Were she with her children, she might have kept her face smooth and placid, unperturbed. But as it stood, she was with the love of her life. His presence alone saw the tears gathering in her eyes finally fall and she couldn’t help but draw her hand up to her mouth.
She was near collapsing into his full embrace when the thought hit her suddenly and she nearly shot back up out of the chair. “Oh! But - but her letters!” She summoned them with a wave of her wand. “Her letters Eamon.” She flapped the pages at him, physically emphasizing their presence; as if it would be enough to convince a jury. “Why would she write to me like this if she wasn’t interested in being with us? And earlier! Oh you know how I told you about that anonymous poet who wrote to me? It was she who did so under a pseudonym!”
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