"You have a child?" Edgar asked, staring deeply at Allen.
Evelyn nodded. "Yes. His name is Allen. He's five years old." She said. She felt thankful that no one asked about the child's father.
Even if they had, she didn't think she would have been able to say it. Thinking of it... brought back unpleasant memories.
But everyone understood something from her silence. They didn't ask yet, but there was a small, unnoticeable frown on the faces of her family.
Claire's heart ached. She wondered what her daughter had been through, but she wouldn't bring it up.
She comforted herself. 'It's fine. She's safe with us. No one will hurt her.'
"Prepare a carriage. Get my daughter's belongi— no." Claire shook her head. "We'll get you new things."
Evelyn didn't reply.
She had a feeling that her life was going to change. Whether for better or for worse, she had no clue yet. But... this meant a better life for her son.
A smile made its way on her face. That was all that mattered.
