Richard didn't deserve Eloise. To think that she still yearned for his love even now made my insides flare.
"Did you ever love her as your own?" I hated myself for asking such a question, for I already knew the answer.
However, I wanted to hear him say it to my face. I hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was something there for her.
"Was she just a dying daughter that was expendable?" I questioned him once again; the weight of my words pressured him.
However, Richard said nothing to me. Nothing. Choosing to look at the table rather than me. Maybe in shame or at the thought of me asking him such an unwanted question.
I see now that an answer was not needed, because in his eyes, Eloise was just a withering property he owned.
My nails dug into my skin to keep me grounded, or I might lose it. "Tell me everything. Whatever secrets surround Eloise's origin, I want to know all. I suggest you be honest with me; there's no point trying to hide anything."
