Her mother looked at her for a long moment, the kind of look that felt less like concern and more like calculation. Amelia had always had that sharp and weighing look
"That scoff was not 'nothing' Sylvie, It couldn’t have been for nothing," Amelia finally said with her voice dropping into that low dangerous tone she used when she feels her authority being questioned.
Sylvie didn’t answer immediately. She leaned back into the couch, her spine pressing against the cushions and her arms folding loosely across her chest. Her body already felt tired, not from the trip, but from this... this familiar tension that always seemed to rise whenever her mother was around.
"Whether he seems like a bad person or not does not really matter, does it?" Sylvie said at last, her voice steady but stripped
