Vanessa Winthrop turned to look at Travis with weary eyes. For her, the world had lost its color and henceforth, she had had to fight battles she never had the time to prepare for. Her own sister had turned against her and that alone posed a very serious problem.
How could she understand? Vanessa thought. The arms that held the responsibilities that rested on it knew where it hurt. And Elsa, she had no idea what she was begging to be let into.
She was being the elder sister her father had trained her to be, putting her sense of reasoning for the greater good above her emotions. Unfortunately, for someone like Elsa whom everything was done for from the moment she was born up until this time, that was not something she could understand.
