Alvin knew from the tone of her voice that they'd struck a nerve and half of him felt guilty for it. It was his turn to flinch a little as she spat out details of the other life she'd led. Details he'd been trying to ignore. Mr. Ashby didn't seem to be going away and it irked Alvin. Rubbed him the wrong way. She had some attachment to that life and now he knew why. He ran another frustrated hand over his face, but he knew better than to have another go at her. He'd said what he meant to and it hadn't helped, had probably only made things worse. He just hoped Rufus left it alone now.