After finalizing the arrangements in Italy, Lucius flew to London with his nephew. A message from one of his stepbrothers had already provided the address where he was expected to arrive.
At the airport, a man was waiting for them, sent specifically to fetch the pair. They followed him into a black car, the city lights streaming past as they drove toward the house where Eveline had once lived.
Roderick sat quietly, stealing glances at his uncle. He noticed how Lucius's fingers wouldn't stay still, endlessly fidgeting in his lap. For years, Lucius had built walls around his heart, never allowing anyone to see the vulnerable truth that beneath his stoic armor, he too had longed for a mother's love. And now, with Eveline gone so suddenly, those walls seemed to be crumbling.
First Antoine, then Matteo, and now Eveline… all lost their lives because of his father and brother. Roderick could almost feel the weight of those thoughts pressing down on Lucius, eating away at him from within.
