All your life, you'd been raised to believe Cal was your father. You'd been born when he was seventeen. But today your mother, Juna, had come to you and told you that your father was CCC director, Eddie Sollet. He was thirty-four years your mother's senior. He'd hurt you during your own childhood working for the CCC, not that you'd told anyone that.

So, after the conversation with your mom, you went to Cal's room. He looked up from his phone, smiling gently at you. "Hey, kid," He greeted. He knew what your mother had just talked to you about. But, either way, you were his kid, blood or not.