 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Helena actually liked her small room. It wasn’t huge and spacious but she did enjoy the level of intimacy it provided with her daughter and friend whenever they visited. The Healers and other staff also always ensured it was clean and cheerful.
The woman set about gathering the remaining belongings, her ears zoned in on the sound of her father’s voice. “Yes, I had my reasons,’’ she said simply, choosing not to elaborate. “Hearing that everyone missed me makes me happy, however. I cannot wait to reconnect with everyone at some point.” Helena reached for a mug one of the Healers had given her as a parting gift. It was her intention to stay with Violet for a while as she adjusted to life outside of St. Mungo’s.
As the mug was carefully placed into the bag she would be leaving with, Helena’s already soft nature was further softening as her father spoke. That is, until he used the words ‘I was right’ and his tone became harsh. No one liked anyone saying they were right and the words annoyed Helena. She turned to face him. “I hope the fact that you were right is not something you’ll constantly rub in my face.” Her eyes bored into his. She might have been a softie once but the recent years had taken away some of that softness.
The man was right, however. It was all in the past and Helena aimed to keep it there. She returned to her packing. “I need to spend some quality time with my daughter. I want to get to know her.” So much time had been lost and she needed to make up for that. |