The Midwife's Wards

Roana probably knew the barest minimum about the Launceleyns: Loren’s family, other than him, were usually quite secretive and tended to both keep to themselves and keep the knowledge of what went on in the compound to themselves. However, Phoebe just seemed to know the outward facing part of his family’s legacy. People kept asking why he just fell back into old habits. None of them understood that he felt obligated to do so for a very good reason. ”I was free of duty and responsibility for a while. And while I was, a lot of people died, and many more were harmed.” Maybe if he’d been here, he could’ve prevented some of the tragedy. As it stood, he had to try to prevent as many new ones as he could. It wasn’t really his job to put her at ease. However, he relented somewhat, and walked over to the most uncomfortable looking seat—though one that still had a good view of the place—and perched on it stiffly. ”Why does it bother you, the fact that someone might be uncomfortable in your home? Me especially. You don’t even like me.” He’d certainly made sure of that. LOREN Not quite an open book