The rest of the trip home was uneventful except for my growing anxiety and getting Chinese food. Knowing my parents, I’m sure they will take it well. But the small voice in the back of my head was telling me otherwise. They were my parents, the best parents I’ve ever had. I never considered Uther my father, even though he did adopt me apparently and I tried to see him as such. They certainly didn’t care that I was a witch and a lesbian. 