Anna sat down on the edge of the bed, all ears.
"Remember when I told you who Christina's mother was?"
Anna tensed slightly, "Yes…"
"Well, David didn't take too well to the fact that I had been Mary's first man, that I beat him to it." Arthur said, standing in the center of the room, eyes seemingly far off as though in a different time. "He said it was his right as the eldest to avenge his lover and I had stolen her from him."
And then, "He also accused me of taking advantage of her when she needed it so."
"That's—," Anna began, but Arthur rose a hand to cut her off. Anna went obediently silent.
"He's right." Arthur said. "The proper thing to do would probably have been for me to allow her to see her daughter. But because of David I've never let her."
Anna frowned, "That doesn't e
