Circe listened without interrupting. Her father had not been a good father. That fact had been stamped in her mind, especially after the way he treated Rowen for all those years. But despite his shortcomings and the failures he had accumulated in his role as a father, he had truly loved Thalora, and that much had always been apparent. Theirs was the kind of marriage that poets wrote sonnets about.
Thalora let out a sigh filled with so much unspoken emotions.
