Arabella kept on playing with the fabric of her sleeves, casting judging glares towards Silas from time to time.
He said and did nothing. Whether that was because he had nothing to add or if he feared worsening his odds… Well, that remained a mystery to the young woman.
Still, sitting alone out past the kept garden area, in his company used to bring solace and warmth, but right then and there, not a lick of that grazed her.
On the contrary, her stomach twisted, her heart refused to sing its idle tune. Instead, it picked the melody that egged her brain on the most, pushed it to dwell over and imagine all of the awful things her husband could be thinking.
He was just stalling, wasn't he? He was simply putting up an act, right?
He was going to take another shot at hurting her child the moment she'd have her back turned to him.
Oh, how loud was that voice in her head! screaming all of those horrible things that her husband would do.
