As soon as Ethan and Liam entered the room, I realized the terrible mistake I had made. I had stored an image of them in my mind, committing it to memory so I would never forget them. They looked different from that old image. I could see the toll my departure had taken on them, and I felt terribly guilty. Part of me wanted to run into their arms, while another part of me wanted to cower and beg for their forgiveness.
Ethan's hair remained the same, short on the sides and long on top. Liam's hair had grown, almost reaching his shoulders. Besides the pain now framing their eyes, they were still the same. Their scent filled the room. Bruma stood behind them, nodding, but I couldn't even move. I felt absolutely ridiculous standing there. None of us moved; we were simply coming to terms with
