Shady

She shrugged. “I don’t remember.”

Ky hesitated, then nodded. She couldn’t pretend that there wasn’t.

“…yeah.” She pulled her legs up on the sofa and wrapped her arms around her knees, staring at them rather than looking at him. “One who sent me away, one ...

She nodded. “… Three dads, apparently.” None fantastic.

“…Sorry.” She wrapped herself tightly and dropped her gaze again. “I… don’t know that I want to know.”

She gave him a dirty look. “It was a lot to process all at once.”

She shook her head, still not looking up.

She nodded glumly, not looking up.

“Then he did.” She wiped at her nose. She wanted so badly to be angry at him, but this was still drawing up painful memories instead.

Ky shook her head. “I doubt it… how long do you have to wait before you can move on? What would stop him from going directly?”

“Yes. He killed himself; why would he hang around in the afterlife if he didn’t even want to be alive for real?” (It has occurred to me that it’s possible ...

“He didn’t.” She shook her head, brow furrowed.

“He’s dead,” she said bitterly.

“But it calls into question the veracity of all of your other answers, if you get caught in a lie that massive. If instead of being in bed you’d been ...

“Yes.” She furrowed her brow at him. “If he could so casually lie to me about something so massive, what else did he lie to me about?”