Disclaimer: I don't own Secret Garden
Archibald clasped his fingers to his ears. His life was not going very well right now. His oldest child had fallen off the dizzy swing in the garden. She had to endure painful treatments to keep her circulation going. Archibald and Lily both knew that it was required for her life but to hear their child suffering brought them both to tears.
"Archie," Neville said, "I need to speak with you."
"OH GOD! Please don't tell me that she's dead!"
"She's not," Neville But I do need to speak with you."
"Of course," Archibald said taking Lily's hand.
"In her condition I don't think she should hear this," Neville said quietly.
"Hear what," Lily asked making it clear that she was not going to be kept in the dark. Neville sighed.
"Come with me," he said. He led them into the family room.
