Lucy
The room is dimly lit, quiet, and unnervingly neat, but I can feel him here. The smell of alcohol hangs thick in the air, like it's been his only companion since he got home.
Why is it so dark? Is this his way of mourning his brother, keeping the house swallowed in darkness? It's not just dark; it's… unsettling.
"Rhett?" I call again for what feels like the billionth time, but still nothing.
I had knocked, rung the bell, waited but no answer. And the door was unlocked, so I let myself in, only to be met with this silence and the heavy scent of liquor. Sadness swells in my chest. This moment must be hard for him and for reasons I really can't explain I want to be here for him.
I follow the smell into his study. He's there, sitting in the dark, a glass of something stro
