It had been a long time since he'd had a hangover. Being a bar owner had cured him of that kind of ailment a decade ago. Someone had put him in his bed.He knew it couldn't have been himself. He had very little recollection of the last twenty four hours, other than the hard memory of his mother's funeral. Everything else was just impressions. He thought he'd yelled at Gabe and some wizard from out of town. A Spark family member. There was a vague memory of Jacqueline's worried face staring at him.Thinking about her made him feel slightly ill.And there was a knot in his stomach that wasn't from alcohol.Grief, he mused. That's what it is. Grief for my mother.What if there was something unnatural about her passing?For some reason, Toby heard Gabe's voice in his head. Had they argued about Jacqueline? There are things you should know.He remembered Gabe saying that. Toby rubbed at his head thinking that's when the knot in his stomach had been born. What on earth could his son possibly have meant by that?
