If it was possible to go even stiffer, Dionisia did. Her gaze caught on the name Ben Crouch on the letter, and her she pulled her lips so tightly into a straight line that she could feel the muscles in her cheeks ache. He was, she could have said, and that would be that—but then she would have to explain why she was writing to him and everything that came with that. Zelda knew she'd contacted Elliott's father, but not the extent of it; she did not know about the visits, how she'd given Ben special time to sit and talk to Elliott. As her friend, she might have been supportive, but as her sister-in-law... probably not.
Dionisia remained silent, a multitude of answers coming to mind, but none escaping through her lips.
Dionisia remained silent, a multitude of answers coming to mind, but none escaping through her lips.
