A Father’s Daughter

Late at night, Abaddon was standing outside his house with the phone raised to his ear.

He sat underneath the glow of a full moon, speaking softly to his eldest daughter about the day's volatile events that took place.

"Are they settling in well then..?" He asked.

On the other line, Thea was just getting ready for bed. Aisha was sprawled across her lap, already asleep while she played in her hair.

"I believe so. They mostly seemed concerned with having their loved ones back. We could have given them paper bags to live in and they would have been fine so long as they had them."

Abaddon would never pretend he didn't understand that. When it was genuine, there was nothing good for the soul like family.

"How is your sister..?" He asked, a twinge of pain in his voice.

He didn't like being away from Odessa when she was so young. And Thea knew it.