God. Rosario hadn't even told her sisters she had a different bio-dad. She hadn't told anyone in her family that she was researching him. She kept her binder of buried in the bottom drawer of her desk under a pile of last year's Anatomy notes, by turns too boring and too gross for any prying hands to go digging especially deeply. She kept a pile of heavy textbooks on her desk, less because she needed them close to hand and more because they were good for covering notes when somebody burst through the door – as tended to happen at least six times a night – and when she got home from an afternoon of digging through the college archives, she told her mom simply that she'd been studying.
If they knew, then Ma was gonna worry, and Dad and Abuela were gonna have Opinions about shitty billionaire frat bros, and Chicky was gonna have questions and theories, and Camino... god, she didn't even know about Camino. But it was proof, wasn't it, of every angry word Cam had ever slung at her? She thinks she's better than everyone, she thinks she's too good for this hood. Everyone would be all up in their feelings, and how was Rosario supposed to deal with that when she didn't even know how she felt yet?
And that'd been when she'd thought this had a rational explanation. Once you added in demigod...
Yeah. There was no way she could imagine her mom reacting in any kinda way except the way she'd reacted to Lyra, first time round.
"Maybe wait till you know some more?" Rosario suggested. "Email him first and go from there. We can come up with something. Like... say you did one of those online DNA tests?" That was fairly plausible, though— well, if he looked anything as youthful as Archer, that was gonna be a whole other issue. "Hey, if he wants to meet— you want some backup?"