Joyce stood by the window, watching her father and brother leave the apartment building one after the other, heading for the exit of the residential complex.
One walked with brisk, powerful strides while the other struggled to keep up from behind.
"Mr. Monroe seems very afraid of Kian." Silas had known them for some time now, and their father-son dynamic was the most bizarre he'd ever seen.
It was a complete reversal of their roles.
"You can probably tell, my dad's personality is actually more like Leo's, which is why I loved playing with him when I was little."
Joyce sat back down in front of the embroidery frame and started to separate the silk threads. The cat on the embroidery cloth only needed its tail to be finished.
