Something Wicked （Continued）
Just when I think there’s nothing Diana could throw at me that would surprise me at this point, today she arrived at the club with the biggest shock of my life.
For eight years now, I’ve forced myself not to think of my daughters. Diana assured me they would be safe, well provided for. She told me that taking them away from Grecia was the only way to ensure their survival.
The two little girls who stepped into the club today didn’t look well provided for, and they certainly were not safe before Diana found them.
They are perfect little combinations of us, my golden hair and Grecia’s amber eyes. Even though life hasn’t been easy for them the past couple of years, they are strong, and smart. Cate is stubborn as all hell, Andra as sweet as pie.
I have loved them from the moment I knew they existed. Never once did I think they would come to live with me, and I wouldn’t be able to acknowledge them as my own.
But that doesn’t matter. I will show them love and care, even if I must live without the title of Father.
I asked Diana about my third daughter, but she waved away my questions and told me to focus on the daughters who are here in my life, and not worry about the one who isn’t.
Seeing them, I can’t help but think about what our life could have been like, what kind of mother Grecia might have been. What I do know now is that she must never know our daughters are here, with me. Especially given what Andra is capable of, and what Diana has Seen.
—excerpt from the journal of Harold MacVeigh