Eloise hadn't been the best sister to Theodosia. She had been around about as much as her father had: not much. It didn't help that most of her youth was spent angry that Theo wouldn't open up. However, in this moment, a deep pain of longing and gilt washed over the woman.
How long had it really been since she'd even made the attempt to see her family? To try to connect with them?
Who knows,
she didn't.
Stray tears fell down her face into her hands. The ache of loss in her belly was all so familiar.
What was wrong?
Why this feeling now?
Had something happened? "Goodness, lady. Why are you crying now?" Eloise mumbled to herself and walked on.
She could only pray that everything was alright.