“Did he ever tell you that this was the place we fought for the first time?” Hd questioned, his voice sounding odd.
This time, I turned to look at him, my entire focus now on the man who was paddling towards me. He looked so natural in the river like the mermen my stepmom always told us about. She spoke of other worlds just like ours, with unique creatures, not like I ever believed that trash. Rensa was the one who drank it all up. She gobbled all her mother's words as if they were precious gems.
It was a wonder she didn't turn out to be like her mom who loved daydreaming.
“You fought? Why?” I folded my arms.
Dad never mentioned this to us. Aside from the arguments they always had, Father never spoke of a fight.
“It was so long ago. I had forgotten what caused the conflict.” He came
