The next morning, Lucius woke early, as was his habit, and went out for a run. In a long while, his mind felt clear, free from the restless thoughts that once plagued him. By the time he returned to the mansion, the sun had already begun to gild the rooftops with light.
Through the gates, he spotted his father strolling leisurely in the garden beside Roderick. The sight drew an unbidden smile to Lucius's face. Slinging the small towel around his neck, he jogged over, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"Good morning, Dad," he called, his voice bright. Then, turning to his nephew, he added warmly, "Morning, Rick."
"Morning!" Alekis greeted back, his face breaking into a smile.
"Good morning, Uncle," Roderick said with a playful pout. "You went for a run without me."
