Chapter 39In later days, Julos could not say precisely how long his mother and father lingered. Others would tell him he crouched beside Aeneas’s body only for a few heartbeats, and none remembered seeing his mother there at all. Such doubts mattered little though, for he knew what his senses told him, and they told him the moment lasted for an age.
He had wondered so long what his mother looked like. It turned out Mum’s hair was just as thick and curly as his own, and her face was shaped like his too. He wanted to tell his mother that he loved her, even if she was a stranger, and that he hoped she was proud. But every time he opened his mouth, something would swell inside his chest and keep the words from coming out. Looking at her face, though, he thought she understood.
Dad’s hand was
