Whispers!
Bridie knew all about whispers. Some days she didn’t know where to turn for the hissing questions in her head. She knew about fearing the truth, too, and being afraid to ask, forever weighing up words like given up, goodbye, and wanted to die. But a father forcing his daughter—that was horrible, too horrible to contemplate.
‘It’s a shameful secret, Rhys. Thank you for telling me.’
‘The shame isn’t Siân’s. I was a fool to try to make her live a lie.’ He raised his cap, his dark curls ruffling in the breeze. ‘What do you think, Bridie Stewart? Are my horses ears ridiculous?’
She smiled, trying to match his mood. ‘Hmm … let me think, am I the reed? Or one of your subjects?’
‘You are the friend that matters, Bridie bach. Helping me see beyond the curse and the cruelty.’
Bridie
