"Mr. Watson, I'm stepping out for a moment to use the restroom."
"Alright," he replied.
Claire stood up and walked away. Gilbert watched her go with a glance that held little emotion, then turned his eyes back down, uninterested.
"Gilbert." A few minutes after Claire left, Emma came hurrying over, her eyes shimmering with tears.
He looked up slightly. "What is it?"
"I miss you... and Linda," she said softly, sitting down beside him. She leaned closer, and tears began to slip down her cheeks. "I know you're still angry with me, but I'm still Linda's mother. I miss our daughter."
Gilbert's brows drew together, and he straightened in his seat, a flicker of irritation passing through his expression. But when she mentioned Linda, his face softened just a little.
She was using their daughter to gain sympathy. Since she left, she hadn't seen Linda once. And Linda was, after all, her biological child.
Maybe he had been too harsh.
