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Cordelia sighed deeply and looked down at her hands.
"What else am I suppose to think. The first time we all believed he was dead you ran away. Instantly nearly. You just fled. No one could find you. Now he is really dead, along with your daughter, and you just fled once more. Without a word you just took off on Arthur's mare and just left. Only I knew where you may come. Yet, I still didn't know exactly. If you didn't as you so claim then why do you keep running? Why is it that when there is trouble you run away?" Cordelia confronted. Her blue eyes darted to look into Crystal's eyes. Her lips were set in a firm line as if drawing a line in the dirt of the boundaries between them.
"He was my older brother. I am now the oldest. As oldest I protect my family and their reputation. That is what I am to do and I don't want everyone thinking he died of illness if really he was murdered," she said, slightly accusing.
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