Barbara got inside her room, went directly to her wardrobe, and grabbed two gowns that were still there from her first visit as Lady Hughes, tucked them into her bag and closed it. Since her father didn't want them here, she would go. Her emotions got lower as the days went by. As if last night's outburst was not enough, this morning's clear declaration to protect Aurora and believe her against her came to confirm that the gap between her and her parent was getting farther.
Drops of her warm tears dribbled over her hand; she hurriedly wiped them when the door to her room opened. Kristie entered followed by the kids. Hans with a lowered face was having gauze wrapped around his head. He looked sadder than her. While Greta stood silently beside Kristie, clutching her dress.
Barbara's heart pained looking at the kids. They were too young to have experienced that awfulness. She should have protected them.
