"So," Tiara said after she had finished her omelette, "What is your hidden life story?"
Percy had gotten up to clean the dishes and his back was towards Tiara as he picked up dish by dish to wipe it clean. They had no dishwasher and the work was all on his head. He really didn't understand why he was on the loser end of all this.
"I had an abusive mother," he said simply, like it was just a small fact among other facts in the world. He waited for Tiara to say or ask something but he was met with nothing but silence. Tilting his head in confusion, he turned around to look at her. "Tiara!" he yelled in his deep voice, rushing forward to see her fallen limp against the sofa.
