Elsa fidgeted, not quite looking at me or mom.
She understood the situation pretty well.
In the end, she looked at me. "Sorry. I shouldn't have gone alone."
Wait, she didn't get the situation, at all!
I didn't say anything but just stared.
"Wh-what?" she stuttered, unable to hide her discomfort.
"You think I'm angry because you went alone?"
"Then-"
"Don't you think you should be the one to figure it out?"
She didn't say anything and just looked down.
"Maybe-" Grandma tried but my glare shut her up.
"I shouldn't have gone to the reunion on the first place?"
I sighed. "Look, we had history there. Or more like, I did things to them. You should have known they'd hold grudges against us. 'Get you there for a reunion, then sell you off to someone.' Shouldn't you have at least suspected as much?"
"But if something went wrong, I thought you'd-" She mumbled.
"I'd what? Speak up!"
