Nettie was shocked by the outburst and she wanted to yell at her, or cry. Instead, she dropped to her knees and started to carefully pick up the scattered pages and meticulously put them back in order. Her voice came out quiet and troubled.

"That isn't fair. He raised me since I was younger than you, and I begged him not to leave without telling me. He did it anyway which means he doesn't want me involved. He asked me to take care of you. I'm sorry if you've already decided I am incapable of it. But you must have more fai-" faith? Just thinking about how much he'd revealed making her question if anything he ever told her was true. If he even cared about her or lumped her in with the rest of her cruel family. She squinted, fighting back letting a single tear fall.

"Trust in him. Respect his decision. Even if I knew where he was in London. He might be very cross that we came when he clearly didn't want that." She only had the smallest idea where he could be but if she was wrong she might never find him.