HAZEL
Lysander finally moved. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
"Father," he said. "This is unnecessary."
Did Lysander just defend me?
Wenzel did not look at him. He kept his eyes trained on me as he waited for a response.
"What conversation?" I finally asked.
Wenzel smiled then. "You see, Lysander? Even she understands the necessity of this. You're a smart girl, Hazel. Resourceful. Adaptable. That's what your grandmother said about you, and I believe her."
He stood and smoothed down the front of his shirt. When he looked at me again. His features were harder as he spoke.
