I remember peaking through the tiny gap in my bedroom door. The planks were'nt usually fixed close enough, as with the rest of the wooden cabin, so I could see though and hear pretty well. I watched the fire play around on their faces, mischeivous shadows making some of the people unrecognisable, but I could still tell from their voices who they were.
And listened some more.
Then my eyes bulged. Tears crept up under my eyes and waited anxiously to burst out. Every time I took a breath, my chest shook and wavered, binding back a deep sadness.
All because this was the moment that I found out.
I found out that Lucian, my long-time friend and hopefully almost boyfriend, was my uncle.