I gathered the skirt of my dress in my hands to leave the room with dignity, but Arthur stopped me by holding my arm. He did it so subtly that with just a little force I could have freed myself, but I didn't.
I looked up at him, ready to confront him, ready to talk about the things he was still hiding from me, but when I looked into his eyes, I found a sad and somewhat disconsolate expression.
"Let's talk," he suggested, and then he let go of me and headed to the sofa, ready to sit down and have the conversation we should have had long before his treatment began.
I sighed, perhaps because I didn't expect him to treat me with a certain maturity. Perhaps he no longer considered me a child, or at least that's what I wanted to think. With some reluctance, I walked over to sit next to him, s
