Eventually they reached the clearing at the center of the park. This was where Angela had brought Magh and the other refugees six years ago when their ship had been about to blow up. In the middle of the clearing was a cracked boulder with a plaque set into it.
“Here, on the seventh of July, 1956, our Hero fell protecting our City,” the engraving read. “We name this park ‘Victorious’ in honour of his sacrifice.”
Melody stood staring at the plaque for a while, still holding Frederica’s hand.
“Did Ronnie ever tell you about her brother?” Melody asked.
“A little,” Frederica replied. “I know they were very close, and that he died.”
“He was Captain Victorious,” Melody said. “Back when this city still had superheroes and supervillains and that kind of thing. Ronnie was his sidekick. They called her ‘Champion’.”
“I… kind of had a feeling,” Frederica said. “I’ve seen glimpses of Ronnie’s mind but never really tried to work out what they meant.”
“I don’t think she ever got over it,” Melody said. “Not being able to save him, I mean. That’s why she’s always kept her family so close. And why Mom went to the other side of the country just so she could have her own life.”
“Is that what you’re doing?” Frederica asked.
“I don’t know,” Melody said. “Maybe.”
“Do you and your mother not get along or something?”
Melody just shrugged.
“We can talk about something else if you want,” Frederica said. “I didn’t mean to push.”
“It’s okay,” Melody said, and sighed. “Mom and I get along fine, for the most part, it’s just….”
“It’s not as exciting as you think,” Melody said. “It’s quite boring, really.”
“You could never be boring to me,” Frederica said.