31 December. A Spooks drabble for
honeymink. Thank you for introducing me to this fabulous show!
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Ros is still afraid, though not of the monsters of her childhood. She knows now that the ogres and trolls of her fairytales were never real.
Her father is the worst kind of monster, but he is her father and she loves him even now, knowing what he has done, what he was prepared to do.
He is her father but she doesn't know him, perhaps she never did, and that is what scares her. Because if the one thing she has always held to be true is not, then how can anything else in her life stay the same?