Hank Clegg remained silent.
Victoria Talkington's stubbornness was indeed beyond his imagination.
He looked sideways at the small woman who kept making whimpering noises. "You insisted on hearing this."
Victoria hastily nodded.
"If you have nightmares, or if you can't eat dinner, it's not my fault." He pointed at Victoria.
"Alright, it's not your business. Whatever happens, I bring it upon myself, correct?" Victoria pushed down Hank's pointed finger.
Hank Clegg nodded, but still said nothing.
"Speak up, Hank!" Victoria half pleaded, half demanded.
Really, when had Hank become such an overbearing fence-sitter? She didn't believe that the ending for the two siblings could be that tragic.
At worst, they were killed. The most dreadful end would be dismemberment.
Hank Clegg looked at Victoria, his eyes showing exceptional calmness.
