"How does one not trust his own daughter?"
That question stuck with me - like a leech onto the body of an unsuspecting swimmer. It ate at my mind and interfered with the thoughts for a while after hearing it. The conversation that came afterwards did not sooth my consciousness even in the slightest. Following Lucy's departure from the kitchen, my future self invited us to join him in the dining room area, where he claimed to intend to show us exactly what occurred in the future, to have created such disunity between family members. He followed his - our heads hung low with grief and misery, completely unaware of the events to follow. It was not an easy task to be strong enough to save my wife from vigilante creatures, who are infested and scattered across the multiverse - let alone be str
