Ceridwen felt her face darken as Adrian spoke, and she let out a few choice words in Welsh. "I didn't think-I had hoped he'd raise all of you as best he could, but apparently that was simply a fever dream."
"Dad threw me out for being bi," Jesse said. "He found out about a boy I was seeing, and gave me an hour to pack and get out. He told me that he was glad you weren't alive to see what I had become."
Ceridwen banged her fist on the table, startling Isaiah, who spilled some of his coffee on his sleeve. "I'm sorry," she said, passing him some napkins. "That man, though. I have half a mind to go back down there and give him a piece of my mind."
"Life beat you to the punch," Isaiah told her dryly. "He had a stroke. He's dead."
She blinked a few times, purely out of surprise. "Well. I can't say I'm sorry."
"I don't think anyone is," Jesse told her.
"He had no right to treat any of you like that," she said, addressing all of them again. "I didn't-I wish I'd known. I wish I'd gone back. I thought about it, a handful of times. But I was afraid."
"Yeah, Dad'll do that," Jesse said, softening ever so slightly. "I thought about going back too, after he kicked me out. I just always thought I'd get met at the door with a shotgun."