Penelope
I step inside my office and the first thing I notice is the golden rays cutting across my father's old desk.
It's now my desk and will soon be my brother's.
My brother. The name sounds so fulfilling on my lips everytime I say or think about it.
I pause at the doorway for a moment, taking it in.
In a few weeks, this will be Matthias's office.
The thought brings no grief. It only feels right, like that's how it was made to be.
Matthias sits in the chair across from the desk, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and fingers laced together. He looks like someone deep in thought.
When I enter, he looks up and I immediately notice the nervous energy radiating off him. For someone who carries himself with such easy confidence, this version of my brother is almost endeari
