[Margaret's Perspective]
Elizabeth seemed to get the answer from my silence. Her shoulders slumped visibly.
"Oh no…" Elizabeth cried softly.
Should I lie to Elizabeth? Those things were in the past after all, and I had walked away from them. There was no point in pursuing anything from the past. It was more important that the people who mattered to me were happy, and that the things I cared about would go smoothly in the future.
I shook my head. "No, Elizabeth," I said.
Some hope rekindled in Elizabeth's eyes. She looked straight at me, her mouth still pursed, and said, "Don't lie to me, Margaret. How can you not be sad?"
I took her hand and said to her seriously, "But I can't hate you anyway, Elizabeth. You're my sister. We're family. Have you forgotten? We've been one since before we were born."
Elizabeth looked a little better, but she still looked at me worriedly, waiting for me to continue.
