Northstar Vale loom

Tamar was distraught. Arsenio pulled her to him, pressing his chin to the top of her head. He understood that she did not want their children to know of that dark past. It was a difficult thing, accepting the price that they had paid for Tamar’s freedom.

I do not know that we should embed our secrets in our daughter, Tamar.

A small sigh passed from his lips. He was not upset. Arsenio did not have the answers for the problems that they faced. He might think he knew what was best, but there was no telling what might come from their actions.

But I do not know that hiding things from them is any better. She will wonder… she will ask. And if we are to tell her honestly, should be expect that she keep the information to herself?