Viola was dressed and sitting at the big window of the dining room with a cup of creamy tea she had made herself, her damp hair loose over one shoulder as she wanted it to air dry, when she heard the front door opening. She immediately got up, sensing it was Zoe, for some reason she couldn't explain, her senses seemed sharper today.
"Vee!" Came Zoe's voice echoing through the halls, and Viola felt the first real smile of the afternoon move across her face before she could stop it.
She set down her tea and went toward the front door.
Zoe stood in the hallway with her hair piled messily on top of her head, the first time Viola had ever seen Zoe with a hair out of place, given that she always carried herself like a supermodel commanding her height. Her face looked like she had been crying a great deal, and it sent a needle of pain straight to Viola's heart knowing it was because she hadn't been told in time about her brother's fake death.
