“We have such a large home. I would hate to be alone here. I expect, in time, you will be filling it with my grandchildren,” my mother said. Her voice had a tint of sadness.
Is she thinking about my brothers?
Is she thinking about my brothers?“That’s the plan.” Roger chuckled, putting his arm around my waist.
I shot my mother a murderous look, which I quickly covered. “Of course. This really does make the most sense. The west wing will be perfect for us to start our life together. We will need to remodel, but it’ll be such fun.”
My mother’s jaw clenched. The west wing had been my brothers’ rooms. There was no real reason to keep it as a shrine, except for her guilt. Her failure to believe Snowystra’s threats led to their death, but the rooms were just rooms full of items no one would e
