Andrew's POV
After tucking my daughter in, I walked back to the living room and, with a heavy sigh, poured myself a drink. Pulling out his phone, I walked out to the terrace and took a seat in my favorite “outdoor” chair. Dialing a number I had not called in years, he put the phone to my ear and let out a sigh as the call connected.
“It happened,” I spoke exhaustively into the phone.
“How much does she know?” A voice answered.
“More than any of us thought she would,” I said quietly.
“Are you going to take her to the cave?” The voice asked calmly.
“Yes, tomorrow,” I answered as he took a slow sip of my drink.
“Do you want us there?” The voice asked.
I sat for a moment thinking about it. Weighing the pros and cons in my head about ripping the band-aid off all at once and telling Ari
