Her voice was almost monotonous with no hint of the endearment that Charles was used to, which surprised him. Rather, the anger that burst out of her was unmistaken. Charles staggered a few steps back at the anger he felt in Thalia's tone. He could not understand why she was that angry when he had just asked a question. 'Was that a hallmark of her guilt?' He wondered.
He took a few steps back, but rather than go out, he approached and leaned over the crib under the watchful eyes of the two girls. He took a good look at the baby, who was sleeping soundly, unaware of all the tension around him. He then saw what his mum had said. The baby was as good as a stranger to him, especially regarding his appearance. After taking a good look, he straightened up and left.
Thalia succumbed to the tears once again and furiously rubbed her eyes. Indeed, at that time, she was weary.
