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I searched Thomas's whiskey brown eyes, wondering if I would ever see him again. No. I couldn't think like that. Of course, I would see him again. Thomas was cautious and smart. He knew how to navigate our new world better than anyone. "Diapers are already on the list, and I'll do my best to get us some books. I want them too, and I'll make sure to grab some fiction books if I see any. Then, you can have something to read while you're stuck in here." Thomas leaned in and his breath skimmed over my lips as he searched my eyes. "How's that sound?"

"I’m the one who started this fire. I’m the one who’s going to talk to him." "Ava—" "I’m the Chairperson, remember?" she whispered, a ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. "I can handle one old man." But as the heavy oak doors of the library closed behind her, Ava realized Thomas Miller was no ordinary "old man." The room was vast, lined with thousands of leather-bound books that smelled of dust and ancient power. At the far end, behind a desk made of solid, dark walnut, sat Thomas. He didn't look like Caleb. Where Caleb was a storm, Thomas was a glacier—static, cold, and crushing.

He later came back to my class before the end of that day and asked for me, we had a chat outside then he asks me at first, Hey Thomas, how do you know this book has book three? I replied him, that I just know that as the content of the books shows that it has a book three. I realized at the aftermath that he ha also read the book as he never thought the book would have book three, but through my spirit of inquisitiveness, I could know the book has it so. He had to make a call with those that sell such book and there they told him the book has book three.

Liam was so young, yet he could actually understand the book. Thomas had written that book as an extracurricular textbook for university students. Liam was only five years old. He was obviously gifted. "Uncle Thomas and Liam are both very impressive." Isabel, who was sitting in Thomas' arms, suddenly spoke up. Her sweet and childish voice was very pleasant to hear. Thomas could not help but pat her on the head before he said to Liam, "You can always come and ask me if there's anything you don't understand or want to know more about."

“Why didn’t you save James yourself? I’m sure you’re definitely capable of that.” “All you need to do is go back to Cansington and wait there patiently like a good, little girl. He’ll be back by your side before you know it.” Thomas’ lack of an answer did nothing to address Thea’s questions nor assuage her doubts. She drew her lips into a thin line and gave a resigned response, “Alright, I will return.” “Off you go.” Thomas dismissed her. After Thea left, Thomas removed his black jacket and pulled out an ancient scroll from its pocket. He opened the scroll and lay it on the table. Looking at the painting, a grin crept up on his face.

My dog came running towards me as soon as he saw me. Thomas, who was a faithful servant of my parents. As soon as he saw me, he came to me happily. I asked him, "How are you, Thomas?" "I'm fine, Sir Harry," Thomas replied. I asked Thomas about Uncle and Aunty, where are they? Then he told me that Uncle James had gone to the office. And Aunt Ruby is in her room. Thomas told me that if he knew I was coming back. So he would come to the airport to pick me up.

The bird mobile now hangs in Thomas's room, a reminder of the grandfather who built it with love. Thomas grew. He walked, talked, developed his father's serious gaze and his mother's stubbornness. He asked questions about his "aunt" eventually every child does. We told him a version of the truth, age-appropriate, emphasizing that some people make terrible choices and must face the consequences. He accepted it with a child's simple wisdom and moved on to more important matters, like whether dinosaurs could beat dragons in a fight.

“Arthur says box four is mostly financial notes, but the margins of the books inside it contain recipes, observations about architecture, three pages of thoughts about what the Thomas family should have done differently, and what appears to be the beginning of a short story.” I look at him. “Gerald Thomas was writing a short story,” I say. “The beginning of one,” Samuel says. “Arthur is not certain if it was intentional or if Gerald was simply thinking on paper and it became a narrative.” He pauses. “It is about a man who builds an empire and realizes too late that the empire is the thing he built instead of the life.” “That is not the beginning of a short story,” I say. “That is an autobiog

It was me they were talking about but they haven't noticed yet because the spell hasn't come off. “How was Thomas able to convince Alpha Elijah?” I couldn't help but question. I turned on a light, only to see my clothes and belongings scattered everywhere like rags. My clothes were hanging around every corner of the room. My eyes immediately dashed to the secret place where I had kept my book of spells. A tear escaped my eyes when I saw that it was missing. Thomas had seen it. He had found it and that was how he was able to get Alpha Elijah to believe him.

And then there were the little ones. Thomas and Tabitha, Torian and Riah's twins, were now ten and inseparable, currently trying to build a fort from garden cushions and old blankets with the single-minded focus of miniature architects. Thomas had his father's easy charm and his mother's fierce loyalty; Tabitha was the quiet one, the observer, already showing signs of the artist she'd become.