chapter 17(2)

I wander over to the bed, drop onto the floor beside it, and stare at the ceiling. I’m so tired, mentally. I must have fallen asleep at some point because my neck is cramping when I wake up, and I am sitting beside the bed still. Looking around, I wonder how I have woken until my phone buzzes again, and I glance down to see my father’s face pop on the screen. The photo was taken on my sixteenth birthday. Dad managed to get home in time for it. He usually did on special occasions, but he was also busy, like mom. Dad always traveled, but no matter how far he went that day, he always returned home by dinner, even if he was falling asleep at the dinner table. Mom is always busy traveling between this realm and that of the Moon Goddess. Sometimes we are eating dinner, and suddenly she vanishes when she is sucked into the other realm to deal with Moon Goddess issues. Sometimes she takes one of my dad’s. They too can travel between being her mates, which I know comforts mom. She said it can b