"That does sound something like mother." Rowan smiled. His face had a look of longing when Garrison sighed.
"It was not your mistake, Rowan. You were the victim there. In fact, if you want to blame someone for the accident, blame me. I have brought the girl here." Rowan shook his head at once.
"I was the one who fed Scones to my mother and ate myself. I should have realized that something was wrong with the way she spoke to me. You did not talk to her, you did not know." Garrison's gaze flickered and he looked away. Rowan noticed the slight hesitation in the eyes of his father and paused.
"Father.. You did not know. Right?" Garrison met his eyes but did not reply. Rowan did not need any reply. He knew that look. The look he had always received when Garrison played blind eye.
