AMELIA
Erik returned around midnight - and if I noticed it was only because he bent down to greet me with a kiss, waking me from the half-torpor I had slipped into while waiting for him.
"How did it go?" I murmured, my voice thick with sleep.
"Pretty much a fiasco," he commented, changing quickly and crawling into bed next to me. Within a second, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in a hug. "Neither your father nor my mother knew anything. I mean, they knew that he went around screwing a lot of people, but that he had other children ... they don't know. He usually went after married women with an active marriage ... and since his phenotype was almost completely recessive, it's likely that none of those hypothetical children look anything like him. So the husbands may ha
