Ambrosia POV
“I acted abhorrently,” I confessed, dropping my head into my hands. “I mean, leaving like that? After such a minor disagreement?”
“How old were you?” Francis asked, resting his chin in his palm.
“Twenty,” I groaned.
He waved dismissively. “Still a child. And sheltered as you were- doubtlessly spoiled by her- no wonder you acted out like that. Abigale really had no business raising a child. His eyes were filled with something- unreadable though it may be.
“Can I ask a question?” Elijah asked, which was, in itself a question. Francis and I both looked at him with annoyance, and he cleared his throat. “Isn’t twenty pretty old to be a child? And the way Abigale treated you…”
“She was always like that,” I sighed. “I don’t think she ever once looked at me like I could survive
