Luke Skywalker hadn’t been as startled as much as I was when he found out Darth Vader was his father. But my father, the man who’d always remained out of the picture, the man my mom refused to talk about…a demon?
It was a complete surprise, and yet it made complete sense.
“Most messed up family reunion ever,” I said in between breaths.
“I wish we could have met under different circumstances. Your mother hasn’t told you yet?” he asked.
He was so strong against the current, a pillar wading through the River Styx. In comparison, I felt so weak.
“No,” I said. “Told me what? And why did you never come visit—not once in twenty years?”
“I would love to explain,” he said, while he pulled me past the fourth gate, “but we’re running out of time. If you’re dead for too long, you can’t return ba
