Who's yo mommy? (For nomorepantiesplz and mightiswright)

[everylittlething]

It wasn't often that her daddy used the "really really serious" voice. But that was the voice he used when he called her after school that day and told her he needed to talk to her at home, right away, the moment the bell rang.

Trucy wracked her brain for any reason why he might be so serious. She couldn't think of anything she'd done bad recently, and all her grades were good... so it couldn't be her. Maybe something bad had happened. What, she could hardly imagine.

Even cheerful little Trucy couldn't be very cheerful with a thing like that looming over her, though she did her best, smiling as she came in the door. Apollo was there too, and that really made her wonder what was going on. Maybe something had gone wrong with a case, or a client.

"Hi Daddy," she said, and hung up her school bag by the door. "Is everything okay?"

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[everylittlething]

"A pair!" Trucy latches onto that, suddenly all abuzz with ideas of secrets and long-lost so-and-sos. "Maybe like some kind of friendship bracelet. Maybe the other one belongs to your family, Polly."

Well. Wait a minute. She drifts off in thought.

"Wait. Why would I remember it?" she asks. "I don't have a bracelet."