THALIA
The first thing I wanted to do when I finally met my son was to tell him the truth. To tell him that I’ve missed him, and that I wanted to apologize for not being there for him as he grows up.
And yet, I couldn’t say anything now that he’s asking for the truth. My hands formed into fists, not because I was angry but because I felt helpless.
Everyone’s gaze was on me, but I couldn’t help it even if I wanted to.
“Reagan,” Rael called, breaking the silence altogether, “Let’s talk about that later.”
The boy pursed his lips, “But I want to know what Thalia means.”
“I said, later. You still have some explaining to do. Don’t think I forgot what you did. Reagan, you went out without permission. Did you know how much commotion you’ve caused? Everyone was so worried about you.” He sai
