“I know. I know.” Hestia muttered. She was distracted. She was lost in a head space and didn’t exactly know how to even bring up the subject of Fabian with her daughter. It had been a topic that Hestia had so often avoided, that it made her a little panicky just thinking about telling the Girl. She took a deep breath, Megan deserved to know what was going on, she deserved to know her father if thats what she so choose.
“Megan…” Hestia started softly, taking a gentle seat on her daughters bed, and patting a spot next to her, “There are somethings that I haven’t told you. And you’re an adult now, and I think you deserve to know what’s going on.”
Like a Bandaid.
“Megan, sweetheart, you’re father is alive in the village. And well, I’m giving you the option if you want to know him, to know who he is.”