Dany glowed that evening when she came back home, though she tried to hide it because... Well, because.
Because Dad.
As a biting wind swept through town, they were cozy inside the log cabin with the roaring hearth, eating a steaming bowl of fish stew and leftover fried bread from the lunch she never had.
And then there was Dad's stare.
Moon begged for a bite and pawed her thigh. She fed him a piece of fish, and appreciated her mother's ability to turn jarred fish into a satisfying, gut-hugging meal.
And then there was Dad's stare...
Dany shifted uncomfortably in her seat, casually scratched the back of her ear. Damn it. He knows. How the heck does he know? s**t. s**t. She was sure of it.
The silence around the table was arresting. She dared meet his eyes, cleared her throat. "I ah,
