*Estelle*

I managed to hold my tears back until I reached the house. Just when I thought things were getting better, Charles had to go and say something awful like that. It must have been his way of getting revenge for Isolde's broken nose. Part of me wished that I’d punched him too.

When I reached the bedroom I lay on the bed and pulled the pillow tightly to my chest. It smelled like Gabe and it helped to calm me a little.

I couldn’t help but wonder ...