I'm sorry about that, it is just that I am unhappy with a lot of it so pinpointing a small section was difficult for me. This part is annoying me greatly this morning- I feel like not only was it info dump- One paragraph is coming from a secondary character's POV and the others are all from the main character- I really think I need to rewrite the entire thing from scratch. This isn't the worst bit of info dump but it was the first I came across, later I will post some of the dialogue that is probably too confusing- This is a rough draft so I haven't spent a good deal of time editing this part. If you catch any tense errors please let me know as well, I am constantly mixing up my tenses.
Every night for the last five weeks it was the same horrific dream, made all the worse by the seeming normalcy of the beginning. She remembered that morning in the dream the excited nervous fluttering she had felt in her heart. The prospect of seeing her father and trying to develop some sort of relationship between them had been occupying her mind for some time beforehand. That morning she had been so full of hope. Isabella had promised she would talk to him. She would try to get him to see how much Jenna needed him, how lonely she was.
Isabella had been Jenna’s nanny since she was seven and had grown to love the girl as her own. She could never understand why he was so distant from his only child. Even when Jenna forced a hug he remained stiff in her arms as if the embrace pained him. He rarely spoke with his daughter except perhaps to drill her on an assignment she had been given by one of her many tutors. Mr. Morgan seemed to be determined to be away as much as possible and when he was home he would often glance at her with a sad and unfocused look in his eyes as if he was looking through her at someone else.
One of Jenna’s treasures was a small picture of her mother taken shortly after her parents had wed. She had stood in front of her mirror many a time, comparing her features to the photo and realized she bore a strong resemblance to her deceased mother. The thought had grown in her that perhaps that was why he avoided her. The idea that the tragic loss of her mother might be the root of the chasm between them filled her with a strange sort of romantic sympathy. It helped to cool her anger and confusion at the constant rejection. Perhaps he felt as if he couldn’t love at all anymore she thought. Maybe it had all been bled from him when she died, but Jenna refused to give up. She was determined to love him because he was all she had and whether he realized it or not she was all he had as well.