Elspeth's heart dissolved into jellies at once, listening to her son's words. They'd never met their father, yet they seemed to have this strange love for him. Why?

Ever since raising them up, she'd been carful about the way she'd given them knowledge about their father. She didn't make the mistake of telling them he was dead, she just told the truth.

"Your father never loved me." She always said when they were old enough to ask questions, but especially moments she lay in bed with them in their room to give them company before they closed their eyes to sleep, and she would talk and talk about their father...