Ludo
“Becca, please speak to your father; this is getting out of hand,” I pleaded. “It’s been over a week, and you’re both suffering.”
“He has lied to me my whole life, Ludo,” Becca replied. “He could have told me that I had a family; he could have been honest about who he was. He just never mentioned it.”
“Sometimes, the past isn't easy to talk about,” I said. “Do you want our children to know the horrible things about my life? Who their grandfather was?”
“This isn’t the same as your situation, Ludo,” she replied.
“Your dad didn’t want to tell you about his biased, abusive father,” I pointed out. “If that’s not Surt, I don’t know what is.”
“Okay, but will you hide Freyja and Elias from our children?” She asked.
“Well, no,” I said. “They will be involved, espe
