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"Elle... you are your own person. Yes, we're married... but I don't own you and I certainly can't control you. If this is what you want to do.... even though I dislike the idea... I'm not going to... not let you. That's ridiculous."
He thought about it for a moment and then shook his head slowly. "No. If... word gets out about who's in the group, they'll be targets. I own a business... I don't want to jeopardize it by... associating myself with a group one way or the other."
She'd bite her lip slightly, before nodding and looking right at him, plunging in. "...what can you tell me about how Mom and Dad died?" She'd pause. "Apparently everyone but me knew they...well Dad at least...might still be alive. ...but Charity said they found bodied...?" She'd sit on the couch looking confused.
He frowned. "They died in a portkey accident. I... guess if Charity said something about bodies that she must have been the one to identify them." He looked at Melinda, concerned. "Faith came to Mark and I awhile ago, claiming she saw Dad, but told us she was probably seeing things. They're dead, Melinda."
So, they hadn't heard either. That made her feel a little better. She'd shake her head. "No...Ash apparently saw the same thing Faith did and talked to him. Said something about memory loss. He seems to think it's Dad. Charity'll be able to confirm in a few days if it actually is or not...but Faith's pretty sure it's him too."
"How could that be?" He said, obviously not believing. He looked at Melinda, concerned. "Melinda... They've been dead for eight years now, practically. If it is him, why come back now? Why didn't he come back years ago?"
She'd shrug. "Great questions. Hopefully we'll get some answers soon." She'd pause. "I just thought you should know...it's looking more like it might be right." She'd pause. "So...can you tell me anything more about Mom and Dad's deaths? Was anything odd or...I don't know off? Charity...didn't want to talk about it."
He let out a breath of air. "I don't know. He was kind of a lousy father, Melinda. As for their deaths, since you asked. From what we were told... Dad's frugality... got him in the end. He didn't go through the Ministry to get a Portkey for their trip. It... failed somehow, and I guess they Splinched... bad."
It still seemed fishy to her...maybe that had something to do with...what happened? She'd have to force the next question out, her face clearly disliking having to ask it. "Maybe...I was just too young...but why...was he a bad Dad...?"
He appreciated Elle's gesture, and his words came out a bit hard... almost bitter. "He cared more about work than he cared about us. We almost never saw him after you were born. He'd barely come home for meals... worked late into the night."
She'd look at him. "I have some memories of him. Christmases mostly, but a few other times too. More with Mom of course...but I guess at that age I just figured that was normal...Mom was around when I was little and Dad worked...so of course he wasn't there much. Then Charity graduated...and Mom started working too."
"I don't know. I'd love to yell in his face, maybe? But he's dead, Melinda. And I doubt him... coming back would change anything. Why would I want to get to know someone who couldn't even give me the time of day growing up?"