He had never wanted to be treated like a child even when he had been one, but now he almost wished Veronica would, and lie to him as well. Instead they only had the truth to share: no other option. No good way out of this. His father was gone and – if not dead, then he would be as good as to them.
Theo just – he felt torn. He wouldn’t try and convince Veronica of it now, but he would look for him. The sooner he started, the more chance he had, even if the letters had told him not to go looking. But Theo would drag his father back if he had to. If he didn’t, if he couldn’t change reality, then there was nothing left to do but live with it. And he didn’t know if he would ever forgive his father for that.
The adrenaline was starting to leave his body; his hands were shaking. He pressed his palms to his face, as if he could stifle his reluctant agreement. “I know.”
He found himself sinking to the floor, back against the wall. “What plans do we need now?” Theo echoed, suddenly sounding flat. It was all in the letters. “He’s told us what to do.”
Theo just – he felt torn. He wouldn’t try and convince Veronica of it now, but he would look for him. The sooner he started, the more chance he had, even if the letters had told him not to go looking. But Theo would drag his father back if he had to. If he didn’t, if he couldn’t change reality, then there was nothing left to do but live with it. And he didn’t know if he would ever forgive his father for that.
The adrenaline was starting to leave his body; his hands were shaking. He pressed his palms to his face, as if he could stifle his reluctant agreement. “I know.”
He found himself sinking to the floor, back against the wall. “What plans do we need now?” Theo echoed, suddenly sounding flat. It was all in the letters. “He’s told us what to do.”
