The newly repaired plate should have been a larger sign, an indication that was once broken could be mended again. It should have been a peace offering between them, a sign that somehow they'd find their footing again. The plate should have meant a lot of things to Verity, but, unfortunately, meant only one.
She'd revealed an insecurity of hers, one that she felt often being the eldest of the girls, and Ford had cared more about the plate than to respond with any sort of genuine thoughts. He'd made a joke and thought everything would then be fine. That she would somehow believe he now cared when he never did before. It truly shouldn't have surprised her that he was willing to cast Miss Farley off, he'd abandoned his own sister years ago.
"What?" she demanded, her eyes still glued to the whistling kettle.
She'd revealed an insecurity of hers, one that she felt often being the eldest of the girls, and Ford had cared more about the plate than to respond with any sort of genuine thoughts. He'd made a joke and thought everything would then be fine. That she would somehow believe he now cared when he never did before. It truly shouldn't have surprised her that he was willing to cast Miss Farley off, he'd abandoned his own sister years ago.
"What?" she demanded, her eyes still glued to the whistling kettle.
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