"I wonder if it's my mother..." Roselyn murmured, but when she heard the voice coming out her mouth she realized she unconsciously vociferated her thought.
"Maybe it's your father. What do you remember about him?" John asked dragging a chair and sitting close to Roselyn.
The maids in few seconds left to give the couple some privacy and started the usual cleaning the house.
Roselyn looked thoughtful while she creased her forehead and rested her chin on her hand.
"I only remember he was a good father but he was rarely at home. He was always leaving for work." Roselyn replied, her mind was processing the thought he may be a banshee.
"Male banshees are very rare so maybe that could be the reason for his constant traveling. Maybe he wasn't traveling but he was hiding from being discovered." John observed making Roselyn nod, all of a suddenly her entire childhood made sense.
