Adelaide sighs and shakes her head, shifting Charlie over to her other knee, rubbing lightly between her brows with a finger. Though the questions make her frown, she is still collected, still cool. She holds up well under stressful situations, and she supposes it is one thing she has to thank her wretched mother for.
"He never threatened me. He never laid a hand on me. It's not... like that," she says, though explaining it is far from easy. "We haven't always been close, or communicated well. I presumed his position and his love of structure would trump a family connection." She lifts her hand, palm up. "I wasn't about to risk being stopped from going to see my family, so I didn't tell him." A thin smile, then, and another shrug. "I'm used to getting my own way, one way or another."