“Why do old houses creak so much?" he asked idly, playing with her braid and drawing the silky end across her cheek. "When all the warmth fades at night, it makes the old boards contract and slip against each other." "A bloody massive house, it is. And you were left to your own devices in this place for too long. I didn't understand before, how alone you were." "I had the twins for company. I watched over them." "But there was no one to watch over you." A sense of uneasiness came over her, as it always did whenever she reflected on her childhood. It had seemed as if her very survival had depended on never complaining or drawing attention to herself. "Oh I- I didn't need that." "All little girls need to feel safe and wanted.”
Book:Marrying Winterborne
