You knew about your father's secret. You never told him you did, so he thought you didn't know, he honestly didn't want you to know thinking you'd hate him, but...

You were both eating dinner at the dining room table. He had just finished cooking for you. You noticed some sort of meat on your plate.

You looked up at him

"Dad is this human meat?" You asked.

He tensed up. No response. Yet the smile not leaving his face.