Benjamin Myers drove, with Hope Williams sitting in the car, watching the scenery outside constantly recede. The dryness in her eyes meant the tears never fell.
Luke and Willow were clever, and if they noticed, the two little ones would start worrying again.
Hope Williams calmed herself after a while. Although her mood was still downcast, her delicate features had regained their usual composure, though her graceful nose tip was still faintly red.
"Benjamin, I'm sorry for the trouble today."
"Little Hope!" Benjamin Myers turned his head to look at her, "He is the father of Luke and Willow, isn't he?"
Hope Williams lowered her eyes and responded dully, "Mhm, but he's not a qualified father."
Benjamin Myers's gaze deepened, driving with one hand. He reached for a cartoon eye mask in the car and handed it to Hope Williams.
Hope Williams looked slightly puzzled.