Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Violin

Truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness. - Kahlil Gibran

The living room is quiet except for an occasional murmur resonating from the kitchen. Morph's laying on the couch next to me, offering what comfort he can. His ears perk up each time footsteps approach.

This time, the steps belong to Vihaan, who hands me a cup of hot tea.

I take a sip of the warm fluid. "Any news on how Bodhi is doing?"

"He is doing well." Vihaan casts his eyes downward. "How are you? Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. Thanks for asking," Reaching over, I set the cup down on the table by the couch. "Is there any new information on Arlo or Vlad?"

"No, nothing at all, but I will let you know as soon as anything comes in." Vihaan sits down on the edge of the couch. "You must not blame yourself for Enoch's passing. It was not your fault, Child of Oren."