"Father, are you crying? There is water on my shoulder. I thought you wouldn't want the knights to see you crying," Annalise said, using her hands to shield her father's face from everyone watching. Moments like this were for her and her mother's eyes only.
Annalise couldn't have the knights thinking that because her father was so quick to cry he might be weak. She had overheard many times how men picked on others for crying. That was not going to happen with her father.
"I am not crying," Phillip said as he stepped back with Annalise still in his arms and attempted to close the door.
There was no one outside his home that he was interested in speaking to when Annalise was back safe and sound. They could all return to where they came from now.
