“There is someone else you should meet, son,” Hail murmured, and he turned to a statue which was just waking at his back, a dark-haired man appearing within the stone who blinked up at the sky in awe before dropping his gaze and staring with abject longing at Gabriel. “Come, Marcel,” my mom encouraged and the man who I realised was Gabriel’s biological father stumbled closer to meet his son.
Omg yay
