The Girl in the Wych Elm (XIV) (II)
XIV. Dreams of Immortality Through a Dark Lens (II) The man returned the unfinished sculpture to its place among the other pending projects once he heard the suite door opening. Lucian hyperventilated from excitement when he beheld the visitor, his youngest sibling. Three months had gone by since their last visit. Nadia stood behind Lucian in case he fainted. “Lucius!” Lucia ran into her other brother’s arms and buried her face in his shoulder. “I’m so glad you’re here! We weren’t expecting you for another week.” Younger Lucius was the much-needed distraction for Lucia after the chaos downstairs. Her tensed body relaxed. Her troubled mind settled. When she and Lucius were together, those impenetrable walls around her fell. He was her safe space. The sun that scattered her cloudy days. The vibrant colors in her grayscale world. The joy to her sadness. Lucius was her peace. The sibling hug was completed when Lucian joined. Lucius, holding back tears, missed his siblings terri...