Blackthorn

by J.T. Geissinger

“Use that sarcastic tone with me again, and I’ll ensure you can’t have children.” “More children, you mean.” I close my eyes and exhale a hard breath through my nostrils. It feels like fire. “It’s not unreasonable for a father to want to see his child. Aside from also being my legal right, that is.” “Are you kidding me with this? My grandmother’s naked corpse was stolen through a window, and you’re suddenly interested in discussing visitation rights to a daughter you never wanted in the first place?” “I wanted her. I just didn’t know it then.” “I’m not going to dignify that nonsense with a response.” “I searched for you, you know. For years, I’ve had the best private detectives looking for you. But it was as if you vanished. Outside Solstice, Maven Blackthorn doesn’t exist.” “If you’re hoping I’ll congratulate you for attempted stalking, good luck.” “You changed your name, didn’t you? Made yourself a whole new identity so you couldn’t be found.” “I’m in the middle of a family emergency, if you hadn’t noticed. I don’t have time for the Spanish Inquisition.” “Look at me.” “I’d rather eat glass.”