"Because I am a woman and my brother is set to take over the vicarage when father dies." She gave a slight shrug. "I barely know either of them, so it is no great consequence to me whether I stay at the church or not. I don't particularly wish to go back to Cornwall, either, to do so. I know he loves me, as does my brother, but they see the world differently." She gave a sad smile and bowed her head. "My mother died when Alexander and I were infants... My father sent me away to be raised by someone else because I was a girl and he didn't know how to take care of me." And he'd kept my brother like he was the apple of his eye --- was left unsaid. There was a note of hurt in her voice, nevertheless.

She looked up at the man--- he was very easy to talk to. "Father sent me here to this town to make something out of myself." What she didn't know was that she was the spitting image of her mother and that was why it was so hard for him to look at her.