Chapter 82

• ‘Allowed what to happen? For your father to correct you, as was his right as your father?’
• At least she wasn’t pretending not to understand.
• ‘My own father was far harder on me than Frederick ever was with you.’ She lifted the sleeve of her arm and showed him the old silvery scar that ran along her biceps. ‘My father did this to me in a drunken rage when I was seven. For all his faults as a father, Frederick never once lifted his finger to you.’