19.Jun.18, 10:43 AM
“Purple, aye?” Dessa asked, looking around thoughtfully. She hadn’t been blind to the prompting from the mother for her daughter to play, or the way in which everyone had gone silent and seemed to wall themselves off when she asked about the father. Well, nothing she could do about that but offer a kind home for her recovery.
Dessa was quite convinced by their actions and lack of words that something had occurred in their family life to send them fleeing. While she herself had never been abused, she’d heard gossip and certainly known those who were. Of course, being tossed aside by your husband’s father because you couldn’t produce an heir was an abuse all its own, in her opinion. But hardly important in the moment.
“How about those flowers over there,” she asked, pointing with one delicate hand, pointer finger extended, at the wild lavender that was growing off to the side. She was tempted to wander off in a spiel about the benefits of the flower and its properties, but refrained, smiling gently at the child as she waited for her response.
Dessa was quite convinced by their actions and lack of words that something had occurred in their family life to send them fleeing. While she herself had never been abused, she’d heard gossip and certainly known those who were. Of course, being tossed aside by your husband’s father because you couldn’t produce an heir was an abuse all its own, in her opinion. But hardly important in the moment.
“How about those flowers over there,” she asked, pointing with one delicate hand, pointer finger extended, at the wild lavender that was growing off to the side. She was tempted to wander off in a spiel about the benefits of the flower and its properties, but refrained, smiling gently at the child as she waited for her response.