Chapter 19
Nothing more was said of Siân’s confession, or Ma’s bitter advice. But Bridie wasn’t able to forget their conversation. How could a girl be born cursed? Especially one as lovely as Siân. Was this the shadow hanging over Rhys? And what about her dad? She remembered hunger, of course, their coats hanging in the pawnshop window, Ma stitching until her fingers bled. But her dad had been sick. They’d had no choice. Or so Bridie thought. Now, she wasn’t sure.
Maybe he could he have tried harder? Done something, anything, to keep them warm and fed. He hadn’t. He’d turned his face to the wall and let them suffer. Why? Because he was a dreamer who didn’t love them? Were all dreamers weak? All big, dull men reliable? Siân didn’t think so. She’d called herself fortunate. Yet, anyone coul
