Victor turns, slowly, to face Amelia at the door.
“Evelyn,” his voice is soft; he doesn’t look at her as he speaks. “Are they okay?”
He hears a huff behind him. “No, Victor, obviously they’re not okay –“
“Evelyn,” it’s a bark this time, his voice thick with command. “Do they need medical attention.” He doesn’t take his eyes off of Amelia for a second.
Evelyn pauses, understanding now. After a moment of looking over the boys, she answers. “No…no, I think they’re okay.”
“Good.” That taken care of, he prowls forward to Amelia at the door.
“Victor,” she says, standing up straight, her own face angry and stern. “This is a misunderstanding –“
“Enough, Amelia!” He cuts her off and her mouth snaps shut. Still, the stubborn expression has yet to be stripped from her face. He realizes that
