Elizabeth stared down at her feet. Her shoes were covered in mud and for once, it was a comfort to her. She did not care if her mother yelled at her for having dirty shoes. Patrick’s eyes were washing over her face and she could not meet them. He had changed since he had left and it was not for the best. Elizabeth sometimes dreamed what it would be like to pursue your own dreams without money. What it would be like to leave the family for love and traveling the world seeing wonders beyond imagination, with the one you loved. Patrick pushed her face up so that she was forced to look into his sad blue eyes. A smile was playing on his lips but Elizabeth could tell that it was not real. He was just trying to comfort him after the harsh words that escaped from his mouth.
“Let us forget this conversation. We shall talk later. Now let us tell the others of my arrival.”
Nodding, Elizabeth took his hand and they both continued up the path to the house. She stared at the rickety fence and the brown critters hopping about. She looked at the weeping tree looming over the house and the sky that held just a moment of sunlight. It was the only thing she could do, for she could not bring herself to look at the stranger who held her hand.
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