Gabriel — my father — paused for a few seconds. Staring at him, I could see the similarities between us, beyond our eye color. The determined little cleft in the chin, the high cheekbones. His hair was so pale that it was hard to tell which was his original hair color and which was silver starting to come in. He took in a breath, as if groping for words.
Coming to his rescue, Martin said, “He was exiled here, for what they liked to call ‘gross interference.’”
“Just like what happened to you.”
A grim nod. “He was not allowed to reach out to you, to approach you. This was as close as he dared live, knowing that if your paths should cross, he might face even further punishment.”
“Is that true?” I asked. Once again, I questioned the wisdom of these greater beings, who would judge those who
