Devotion that only comes when someone deeply treasures you.

Idris frowned at that. Glancing up at Catrin, he set the newspaper down. "You are going where?"

"To the Foster Villa, to meet Beca, Idris," Catrin replied. "Why are you asking like you can't believe I am going there?"

"Because I am actually not able to believe it. You are going to the Fosters?" He stood up, clearly displeased. "Especially after what they did to our daughter. What are you thinking, Catrin?" 

"I am thinking nothing I shouldn't, Idris," Catrin shrugged nonchalantly. "Fosters have been our friends for ages. Do you think just one misunderstanding would break our bond?" 

"Misunderstanding?" Idris snapped. "Their son didn't just mistreat and betray our daughter —he left her to die. What exactly is the misunderstanding —the mistreatment, the betrayal, or the abandonment?"