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Niamh was such a complicated memory. So much of their time together had been good, pleasant, and rewarding. But the times that hadn’t been good were particularly intense, and they stood out like bloodshed on freshly fallen snow. To hear Perry ask about her was… something. Phox had expected it eventually, just as he had with Fig and Fenn. They had never asked too much though, and Camilla was more difficult to explain anyway.

She was a fierce woman with a lot of opinions, but I loved her. She loved me. At least Phox liked to think so. She loved her children as any mother would, but with an extra flair for the dramatic. Phox smiled, remembering all the times she had butted heads with Nellie and Alyx in particular. Those spats seemed insignificant now.

And me? Well, I don’t know. I’ve always loved my kids, but I tried to give you all freedom, too. That’s what I always wanted as a kid. Freedom to make my own choices.

Phox let that settle on his son’s ears, awaiting the follow up questions that were sure to come.