CLEARING THE AIR

Ares turned his back on her, as he walked to the table with the food.

"No, you're not going to do that. It feels like I'm the only one that knows nothing about my childhood. I mean I remember bits and pieces, but not a lot for it to make sense. So please tell me how you know what my mother looks like," Angel said, walking towards him.

"Let it go. I spoke out of turn. Your father is popular, it's only natural for his wife to be too."

Angel turned around, and stood in front of Ares.

"You're lying to me. We made a pact, so stop lying to me," she said with quivering lips.

"What do you want me to say, Angel? I misspoke, okay? Just let it go."

"Easy for you to ask me to let it go. You're not the one with the trauma. You're not the one that has to walk around with this gap in her memory. I bet you can remember every detail about your mother."

"Unfortunately," he replied.