Roxanna blinked. That hadn't been the reaction she was expecting at all, but at least he wasn't dragging her outside so he could do something awful.
"Ever since I met you, the only one who seems to have a problem with me is you," she began. "I met three of my nieces, my great-niece, and my sister, all of whom made me feel welcome. I even did my best to make amends to your wife after our little falling out. And still, radio silence from you. You dote on the Lowsleys, you're civil to Julia, but you slide over me like I don't exist. And I made peace with the fact I'd never have a father by the time the Fieldings adopted me, but I don't think it's too much to want to know why I'm the gum on the bottom of your shoe. I know that's what gods do, they pack up and leave when they feel like it, but I'm curious: did you even know my mom was pregnant? Were you aware of the fact that you'd have another child?"
Her mouth had gone very dry, and she sipped at her soda. "I don't even want your money or your connections or anything like that. I just want to know why."