sorry she's so upset. she'll fix it in the morning. :/
[Cornelia moves toward the door, her shoulders stiff and her frustrations lingering on the tip of her tongue. Her hand rests on the knob for a moment before she opens it. And she turns her head slightly toward Euphie, one foot already out in the hallway.]
I apologize... if there is anything that I have done to make you distrust my judgment. But just know that it has all been in an effort to protect you.