[Donald's Perspective]
I watched Margaret walk away and saw Angel smiling smugly beside me.
I'd seen the look in Margaret's eyes when she spoke. It wasn't filled with grief or anger, as I'd expected. It was unexpectedly calm. Although you could tell that there were turbulent undercurrents under that calm surface, you couldn't tell much about her emotions.
Defeated by that look, I nodded automatically.
Margaret didn't say anything more. She just turned and left. I noticed that Armstrong left with her.
It occurred to me that Margaret might not be as fragile as I'd thought. Before she met me, she'd been doing the best she could. I'd wanted to be her support, to keep her completely under my wing. But it wasn't as if she hadn't been through setbacks and storms. She might be stronger inside than I knew.
"Carry everything up. Put my luggage separately."
My thoughts were interrupted by Angel's voice beside me. I frowned at her.