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Niamh spoke first, signing her side of the story. Towhee watched with a carefully neutral expression, although she did have to fight the impulse to throw Phox a surprised glance. He hadn't mentioned Niamh's belief that her daughter was dead, which made the whole thing patently worse. Despite herself, her brow furrowed in consternation over this critical detail and the fact her brother had left it out.

But then it was his turn to speak and he reminded Niamh (and Towhee, by proxy) that she hadn't actually mentioned this particular detail. Towhee's face grew stormier. At first, she had been prepared to defend Niamh against Phox for letting her believe her daughter was dead. But now she wanted to defend Phox from Niamh for holding it against him when she'd never actually told him she'd thought Nellie was dead. Good grief, what a clusterfuck, she found herself thinking.

"It all sounds like a giant misunderstanding," Towhee said slowly. "Niamh, I would've wanted to smack the shit out of Phox too if he let me go on thinking my kid was dead. But it sounds to me like he didn't know you thought that." She paused. "That aside, I did tell him that it was a strange thing to promise. Have either one of you thought to put some of the responsibility on Nellie? I'm not saying you should blame her or punish her or anything like that. But has anyone asked her why the hell she asked Phox to promise this in the first place? Why exactly it was so damn important to her that you," Towhee summarized, locking eyes with Phox, "didn't tell her?" Now her orange gaze moved to Niam, softening a bit. "Something is very off there."