The fact didn’t give her much comfort (she was angry but vengefulness didn’t seem to apply here where Elias and Daffodil’s happiness was concerned; a small relief to realize that of her own character) so much as it revealed something about Mr. Dempsey that she hadn’t known about before. Brows raised, Irene sipped her drink again before indulging him in more questions, happy to shift the focus off of her own woes.

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience,” She hedged, shifting in her seat to tuck her feet under her as she curled up.

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