Gideon
We step into the bedroom. “Amelie, what’s going on?”
She’s pacing and biting her thumb, “I think you might want to sit down.”
I sit on the bed, “So are you going to tell me what’s going on or chew your thumb off?”
She turns and gives me her one-eyebrow raise, “I just learned some critical information today. Dad said if you have any questions, I can’t answer; he will. He expects you will want to talk to him tomorrow.” She’s talking so fast, and her pacing quickens. I stand up and grab her shoulder to stop her and make her look at me.
“Amelie, tell me what the hell is going on!” She looks at me wide-eyed.
She blurts out, “the moon goddess is messing with your bloodline!”
“Please make sense. You sound crazy right now.” I sit down on the bed and set her next to me
