Barnard still stood at the entrance of the kitchen door but Purity continued tidying up the place, removing the teacups that she and David had used earlier. The tension between herself and Barnard had been tensed since Scott had found out that Violet was his daughter.
“If you really like him you can go ahead and—”
“Can you just stop that!” Purity threw the teacups into the sink, holding the railings of the sink with so much force that in her mind she had nearly crushed it. She could not take Barnard’s opinion any longer, even if he was rooting for her.
Drained of all her strength, Purity moved away from the sink, wiping down the cupboards that did not need cleaning, anything to keep her from speaking to Barnard.
“Are you still mad at me?” Barnard asked worryingly. He could not remember
