Jacqueline smiled. "Tell me about her?"

She had always been too shy, or guilt-ridden, to ask her parents. Jacqueline didn't want to seem ungrateful, or even unhappy that they had taken her in. Especially her father. She had spent so many wonderful nights out in the city, or at the opera with him, and she could barely bring herself to do anything that might break his heart.

But then of course, becoming a Valkeryie might have done so. Running away probably did.