“Are you going to beat us up like what you did yesterday?” snarled Mrs. Engel, shielding Deirdre behind her.

Deirdre placed her hand on Mrs. Engel’s arm and calmed her down.

“It’s okay. I can handle this.”

“Mrs. Brighthall…”

Deirdre took a step forward. She lowered her head to mask the complicated emotions in her eyes.

She did not know what Brendan was trying to do at all. Did he want her to remember these people’s anger so that she would be grateful to him for saving her from her misery?