“You wanted to talk to us, Medakkaru?” Dohartti asked gently after entering his room, together with Revai.
Pildogoz and Mirkatthun followed, closing the door tightly. It was after dinner, before their parents would usually go upstairs and have their rest. His mother would play a wind instrument to entertain his father.
Medakkaru materialized a couple of seats for them, which they glanced with concern. They could now get the seriousness of the matter he wanted to discuss with them.
“Is it really true that… I’m not your son?”
Dohartti’s trembling hand came up to cover her mouth, turning her head to look at Revai. Her mate glanced at her and let her sit, and he did the same, facing Medakkaru. The couple then threw their two sons a questioning look, but none of them spoke.
“You’re our so
