I wake to the sound of my father weeping.
Slipping out of Quill's hold, and his warmth, I tiptoe down the hallways, where the sound is increasing in sound. Once I make it, I see my father sitting outside of Caleb's room, Father's form hunched over as if the grief is making him shrink in size.
"Dad?" I said softly, and he looked up, alarm in his features before scrubbing off tears from his face.
"Daughter, I didn't mean to wake you." he said, pulling himself to sit straight up, so there was room for me to sit.
I sat next to him, staring at the heavy wooden door that had splashes of paint on it. Caleb had added the color after deeming it too boring and plain to look at.
I wondered if that was a memory that father was going to for comfort.
"Caleb is to be punished with the rest of the attackers. He's confessed to aiding with them." my father said, and I froze, as shock and horror hit me.
