*Esma*
"How could you do that to him?" I snap.
"How could I not? We have to think very carefully about what we wish him to know," Eden replies.
I shake my head, "We should tell him everything."
"Absolutely not. He’ll use it against us."
Sighing I tell my sister, "Eden, it’s too late to deny what we did. If we explain to him the why of it, he might be able to help us."
"And what if we have to explain the why of it at our trial? I’d rather hang than disgrace Elisabeth before all of Blackrock city." Eden strides from the room.
I bend down and press a kiss to Jamie’s forehead. "I’m so sorry."
Then, because he is asleep and Eden isn’t about, I touch his hair where it pokes up over the bandage. It had been windblown when he arrived, giving him an almost barbaric appearance.
