Playdate

[Arthur]

After pointing Embyr towards a room at the end of the hall, Faye and I rush up one more flight of stairs to my own private suite. In many ways, this room is more like my childhood bedroom than the one I have in my father’s house in Kensington. This is where we came every summer, where my mom would sing me to sleep. 

I twist open the door. The maids kept the room looking immaculate, just as I left it. Since my mother died, I have only been here a few times, and never with anyone else. The memories made all this too painful. As I watch Faye enter before me, I feel myself smile a little. It gives me joy to see her in this place that is so special, so private to me. 

It feels r