(there are literally NO SAD PICTURES of Candice. Why do I always use models??)
Libera, breathing heavily, pushed the wine bottle into his hands and came in, pulling off her thin jacket as she did and running a hand through her hair. "I know we're not supposed to be watching them," she began. "I know that, Aurelia made us promise that but- I'm sorry," she told him, shaking her head quickly, trying not to cry.
Aurelia had been a gift and a surprise - the product of one night of romantic fun that had lead to Libera and Honos becoming a family, and to them falling in love. It was the 1920s and although things were rough for so many, Honos and Libera and their little girl had been so happy. They had even been lucky enough to get to be a small part of Aurelia's children's lives, a pair of twins they got to fawn over and pretend they were Aunty and Uncle for.
It was only when Aurelia was dying, cancer eating away at her insides during the early seventies, when she asked her parents for one thing - that they didn't interfere with their now adult grandchildren, that they let the both of them continue their lives without every knowing about the world of the gods.
How could they not agree with the wishes of their dying daughter?
Libera took a shaking breath, on the verge of tears and trying very hard to keep them down. Her eyes were still red from all the crying she'd already done today. "I hired a PI, years ago, I've been keeping an eye on them. Trent, he lives in Austin. And Mary, she's in Chicago." She hated admitting to all this, to Honos of all people, who so believed in truthfulness.