Claire’s POV
That morning at breakfast, as we were all gathered around the dining room table to eat, I told George… my father – it was still difficult to think of him as such, if only because it was so new – that the children and I were soon going to pack up and head to Gideon’s pack.
“I thought you might want to stay a bit longer,” George said. “So that we could more fully get to know each other. I feel as if you’ve only just come into my life…”
“Let her go, George,” Victoria said. “She is her own woman with her own life. I’m sure she needs to get back to it.”
I wasn’t confused by Victoria’s support. She had made her opinions of me quite clear in private. She just didn’t want my father to know how she really felt about me. Supporting me here was the equivalent of telling me to get out
