Christopher Robinson knew that any of his explanations would not work in front of Amelia Cobb.
Amelia's life was just too different from the lives of others.
A girl who had been betrayed and conspired against had an unusually strong sense of vigilance.
Christopher was left without the power to refute.
It was the helplessness of knowing the endpoint was there but being unable to reach it and go their separate ways.
What could Christopher say?
Sorry?
He went pale.
He knew Amelia was not the kind of person who liked being passively hit, but he still made the choice for her.
Faced with something they disliked, they naturally had less patience.
Seeing Christopher Robinson silent, Amelia's anger grew stronger.
But she knew that, instead of quarreling, there were more important issues to deal with.
She reached out and brushed past Christopher into the bedroom, where Sadie and the others had just changed the sheets and bedding.