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A warm cloth wiped at his back with gentle strokes, as soothing as the hand holding it. Someone was checking his shoulders. Lorcan breathed in as much as he could, he wanted to capture and hold on to the familiar smell from the fresh bed linens and the comfortable pillow his head was resting on—it was the fresh floral scent from the pouch his mother always put into the linen cabinet. She said it was her secret formula, a scent that was unique and memorable to this family. He knew it now—it was the scent of home. He realized now how much he had missed it over the years.
“Good morning!” the voice sang like gentle and merry bell. Lorcan was facing the wall, but he didn’t have to turn around to recognize his little sister’s voice, Keeva Brody. He turned around to smile at her as he always
