“I did do it differently,” he snapped. “I made sure your mother grew up far away from the dangers of my life.” “How’d that work out?” I asked him. “Let’s ask Mom. Oh, wait. We can’t. She’s dead.” There was a sudden silence. I’m not sure if the sunlight literally dimmed for a few seconds or not. But the svartalves suddenly drifted even farther away from us. The old man’s voice was a quiet rumble. “What did you say to me, boy?”
Family fights are always the roughest. But damn.
