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opinion on the matter again.”
    “You flatter me, both of you. Thank you. We’ll see. It sounds fun.”
    The two men took off their coats and watched her ascend the stairs. She didn’t see them, but she could feel their gaze upon her. She knew they felt sorry for her and she hated that. When she got to the top of the stairs, she looked at the beautiful portrait of Sophia, and then turned to see Bernard and Dominic pretending not to have been paying attention to her. She went to her room, closed the door, fell on the bed, and cried until she fell asleep.
     
     

Chapter 7

    Several hours passed and Darby woke to a now familiar tapping on her door.
    “The door is open, Bernard,” Darby said.
    “Sorry to disturb you, Miss, just wanted to let you know that dinner will be served in fifteen minutes.”
    “I’m sorry, Bernard. Please relay my apologies to Mr. Larsen, Anton…” She paused, then continued, “…and Devon, but I won’t be joining them for dinner this evening.”
    “But Miss, you have to keep up your strength. You’ve just been discharged from the hospital.”
    “Thank you for your concern, Bernard, but they were just a couple of scratches; it wasn’t like I had major surgery or anything.”
    “Still, you need to keep healthy.”
    “I’m sorry, Bernard, but I can’t face him just yet.”
    “Who, Miss Darby, Master Devon?”
    She didn’t answer.
    “Master Devon is not himself, Miss. I’ve been quite surprised by his behavior the last week, myself. I do hope you change your mind, but I will relay your message to the Masters.” Bernard backed out of the room, and shut the door quietly. The only light in the room was that of the moon shining through the window.
    She lay there on the bed in the dark so tired of crying and yet unable to stop. A few minutes later there was another knock at her door. It was not the quiet tapping , of Bernard this time. It was Devon and he sounded mad.
    “Darby, open the door.”
    “Door’s open.”
    He walked into the pitch darkness. “What is wrong with you? We’re all waiting on you for dinner.” She rolled over to see Devon looking handsome as usual, silhouetted by the light from the hallway.
    “I won’t be joining you for dinner, that’s it. I’m sure you won’t even notice I’m not there.”
    She turned her back to him. He turned on the light next to the bed. “Grow up, Darby; quit acting like a child, and come down to dinner.”
    She rolled over and stood up in front of him, more than angry, she was furious, more so than Devon had ever seen her.
    “You haven’t said two words to me in days. You didn’t even visit me in the hospital and now you’re telling me that I need to grow up? How dare you! I’ve been nothing but supportive, giving you room to deal with whatever it is you need to deal with. You have the gall to tell me I…every time you don’t like a situation, you pull away from everyone you love and who love you. You can’t even be honest with me and tell me what’s going on. How can I possibly go downstairs and put on a happy face like nothing is wrong? I’m not you, Devon. There’s something very wrong with all this. How can we possibly have a future if you shut me out whenever you feel like it?”
    “I’m not sure, Darby. The way you are acting, I’m not sure we have a future.”
    It felt like her chin would hit the floor. “Get out, Devon.” He looked as if he was going to say something but he thought better of it, turned, and left the room and she slammed the door behind him.
    She grabbed her phone and she asked for information. “Yes, can you send a yellow cab to my residence in Westport? I need a ride to Bradley International. I know it’s a long way. Just make sure I can use a credit card. I don’t care how much it is. Okay, fifteen minutes? Fine. I’ll be waiting.”
    She packed up all her stuff and zipped up her suitcase. She washed her face with some cold water and put on her coat. She took her phone out of purse