His son had married the daughter of a goddess. It was strange, the way life worked out. Daniel, not even realising he was the child of an immortal, marrying another child of an immortal. "I hadn't even thought of a goddess of infomercials, but of course there is. We're...a little older than that," Tuck said, though he wouldn't give anything away without Daniel and Michaela there.
Daniel walked back in and plonked back down on the sofa. "Filled her in, she's about ten minutes away. She's...she's had a hard time," Daniel said slowly. "She's happy now, but Mom rejecting her- when she came out, Mom had her committed. 72 hour psychiatric hold."
"What?!" Tuck hissed. "That's- That's disgusting," he growled. "How old was she?"
"Seventeen. Only just. I was about to turn nineteen. I had a little money in savings so I bought a friend's car, packed it with our things...whatever we could fit, picked her up at the hospital and drove. For days. I had a scholarship to go to SVA and I wasn't leaving her there. We shared a studio apartment for two years because it's all we could afford. But it was the most freedom we had had since- Since you died."
Tuck felt like the air was being squeezed out of his lungs. Norah had refused to let him see his kids, only so she cold treat them like shit?! "I am so sorry," Tuck whispered. "God, I'm so sorry. I tried- I tried so hard to- I tracked you down once. I think you would have been thirteen? And Norah called the police on me. Refused to let me see you. All so she could treat you both like that. I'm so sorry."