Arrow Lake so only one life can't be enough

her question, posed after she had leaned into him, startled mahler. he was quiet awhile, pensive, attempting to resurrect the faces of his mother and father.
"no," the general murmured softly, when their features remained blurred. "my father left us vhen i vas very small. my mother dispersed us early."
set adrift at less than a year, he mused, lavender eyes flickering to sarah. "and you?"