"Hey, Dad. Had a nice sleep?"

Katrina folded her arms as she sat on the study across Luther's bed, Luther still looking shitty but more rested. Luther sits up his bed, heading for his shelf next to his bed. Katrina pressed her lips together as she furrowed her brows, only looking at what her dad is doing. He took out a couple of papers along with the familiar red book she just read a couple of days ago.

"You've finished reading this, haven't you?" Luther asked, pointing at Reginald's journal. Katrina hummed. Luther hands Katrina the papers he was hiding, and Katrina only stared at them. "Take them."

"Why? What are those?"

"Just take them," Luther insisted, and Katrina didn't fight what her dad said as she did.

"As Bright As Sirius, Tungsten, what are these?" Katrina asked, turning to look at Luther. "Dad, what are these?"

"Read them carefully," Luther insisted. Katrina sighed as she nodded, opening the letter there is.

As Bright As Sirius

First month I've been here
Million miles away from you
For you, I'll do it

A year, a decade, an eternity
If it means keeping you safe and happy
Then I'll do so, even if it hurts
My love is as bright as Sirius

Because I love you true

"I wrote that the first month I was up there," Luther revealed, pointing at the poem Katrina is holding. Katrina blinked, letting tears fall her face. "For you. My love for you then is as bright as Sirius, and my love for you now is just as bright. I truly believed that I was sent up there to prevent an apocalypse, your granddad told me that I need to stay up there for your sake. I believed him."

As Pure As Silver

Seven years have you
Been occupying my mind
And you'll never leave

Since you're born, you only made me smile
And it can only glow wider
'Cause my love's as pure as silver
Happy seventh birthday, my sweet girl

"I wrote that when you turned seven years old," Luther revealed. Katrina puts down the poems. "For you. Every day you have been occupying my mind, never once leaving it. You make me smile when you were born, and it can only grow wider as time goes on." Katrina sniffed again, wiping her tears. "Why don't you read all of them? You wanted to know why don't I seem to care for you up there, right? I send you one each month for four years, exactly 48 poems. If you don't believe me, see them all."

"I believe you, Dad-" Katrina nodded, her voice cracking from the emotions. "I'm sorry."

"I never forgot you, Trina-" Luther shook his head. Katrina can only press her lips together to keep them from trembling. "It's just, your granddad never opened any of the reports I sent him, so technically, they never exist."

"Dad-"

"Do you want us to move out?" Luther asked. Katrina didn't say anything. "Just say the word, I'll promise it'll happen. I'll find a new job, probably as an astronomer. I have four years worth of experience on the moon, I have a PhD on Astrophysics. I can find the money for us. I'm stupid to think we have to stay here for you to swell financially, I'm stupid to think that you only need financial support that I forgot about your physical and mental support."

"Hey, Dad-" Katrina shook her head. "It's fine, we can stay here. Granddad's gone, it's safe here for me. Whatever you want, you've had worse memories with this house than me."

"What did Granddad made you do?" Luther asked. Katrina sighed, pressing her lips together. "You said he did the things he did to me in the book, did he-"

"No," Katrina quickly denied. She can tell that it's the right thing to say by how quickly Luther relaxed, but she had to be honest. "I mean, not fully. Granddad had me lifting 30 kilograms and running 15 km/h. He showed me his peepee-" Luther visibly tensed up again, closing his eyes again. "Granddad frequently touched me and remarked how pretty I am, but in a disturbing way."

"You don't need to explain it to me, I get it-" Luther took a deep breath in. "Has it- has it gone further?"

"No-" Katrina shook her head. Luther immediately sighed in relief.

"Good."

"Dad, I'm sorry," Katrina said. Luther shook his head, but Katrina stood up her seat, holding his shoulders. "No, I'm sorry. You were doing your best in being my dad, I'm the wrong one expecting you to do more than you can. You were doing your best and I'm sorry I'm asking for things I don't need. I know I don't need two parents," Katrina moved forth, hugging Luther who hugged her back. "I just need one that loves me so dearly here."

"Thank you, Trina," Luther sniffed, Katrina noticing him shaking from crying already. Katrina didn't care, she was crying herself as she hugged her dad as if it's her last hug.

"Dad, don't cry," Katrina whispered.

"You're crying yourself, you liar-" both Katrina and Luther laughed through their tears, still tightly hugging each other. Luther rubbed Katrina's back as Katrina rubbed Luther's, both eventually letting go.

"Can we move out?" Luther asked. "To be honest, I hate this house. It brings too many memories for me."

"Of course we can, Dad-" Katrina nodded vigorously. "I umm, tomorrow I can ask Luan and Lesedi, one of their mums is a real estate agent. Just worry about finding a job, Dad." Katrina lifts her brow jokingly. "Maybe I can even ask Luan and Lesedi's mum to give us a discount?"

"Why you little cheapskate," Luther chuckled as he shook his head. Katrina laughed too.

"Come on, Dad. We should eat first-" Luther nodded as he stood up, stretching. Katrina stood up too, both of them standing by Luther's mirror and wiping any proof of their previous shenanigans away (proof of tears, snot, red cheeks, red eyes, etc).

Katrina inspected the reflection of herself, trying to confirm her dread. Does she look like Reginald? She is biologically Reginald's as she is biologically Luther's. No, she only has his blue eyes and Luther has blue eyes too. No doubt that Katrina is Luther's daughter, they look like carbon copies of each other. Luther opened the door, letting Katrina out first before he does, closing the door behind him. Luther held Katrina's hand, kissing the top of her head softly.

"I love you, Katrina."

"I love you, Dad."