Bab 56: Songbird in a Golden Cage

"Well?" Daphne gripped the sheets tightly, her eyebrows furrowed as she glared hard at Atticus. "Answer me!"

"It's not important," Atticus said, but he refused to meet her gaze at all. Instead, he had been looking back and forth sheepishly, choosing to focus on the blankets or the walls. With every second that ticked on without an answer, Daphne felt herself growing increasingly frustrated with Atticus, and worried for Eugene.

With his behavior, Daphne knew without a doubt that he had seen Eugene after they had been attacked at the slums. However, he must've done something that he was unwilling to share with her.

"Out with it, what did you do?" Daphne asked sternly. 

"What makes you think I did something?" Atticus retorted, but since he was still focused on staring at the wall, Daphne wasn't convinced. 

"Did you kick him when he's injured? Shove him into manure?" Daphne demanded. "For god's sake Atticus, just tell me where he is! Is he dead?"