Whispers

 
 

First Dark

She didn't take the news well. Kitty's parents had brought her up the model daughter, student, Jew. Naturally, they didn't expect her to make a scene when they told her about the divorce. A few screams, broken furnishings, and an hour later, they were thoroughly disabused of that notion.

Now, she was sprawled, sobbing at the bottom of her favorite tree behind the mansion.

"Sprite?" The ball of fire and the weary voice could only be John's.

She finally managed, "My parents."

And maybe it should've seemed odd to her that look of understanding in his eyes. But it didn't.
 


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