Ada
There is a sombre atmosphere hanging in the living room when we enter. Dad is sitting in his favourite chair, brooding with a drink in his hand. My brothers are in the opposite corner talking softly with Reese and Blake.
“Where’s aunt Margo?” I ask as I take a seat opposite Dad.
“In her quarters,” Dad answers in a monotone. “She fainted. Seth should be here any minute to take care of her.”
“Dad …”
“Do you think I was too harsh on him?” Dad cuts me off and looks at me. “Maybe I overreacted.”
“Dad, at one point or another you locked me and my brothers up in the dungeon to teach us a lesson,” I smile gently. “We survived and so will he.”
“And every time I locked you up, I asked your mother the same question,” he smiles sadly. “I can still hear her telling me I did the right thing.”
