Catrin tried to stop Arwen from holding her back. But just as she took a step, the stationed men stepped forward to block her way, closing the door in her face.
"Arwen —" she called, but it was already too late. The door was already closed, and Arwen had already distanced herself so much that she could never get close to her back.
And for the first time, Catrin realized it.
"No," she muttered to herself, shaking her head. "No, Arwen, you are still my daughter. You can't simply decide not to be. You don't have the right. You can't fail me as a mother. You can't."
Meanwhile, inside the house, Arwen walked back towards Brenda's casket. Idris watched with a serious expression, his brows tight. "Princess, what were you telling Catrin? What did she do to you?"
Idris had tried to hear, but they were standing far distance to hear anything properly. He heard Arwen saying something, but he couldn't catch the details of it.
