The lights adjusted automatically the moment the penthouse door opened, welcoming Cael's first steps after a long time into his residence.
Nothing inside the penthouse looked abandoned.
The fireplace roared into life at their presence. Fresh lilies rested inside the entryway arrangement. The dining table had been reset. A folded financial journal waited untouched near the whiskey cabinet.
The world had continued maintaining his life while he was gone.
Galathea Brooks walked slowly beside him as they crossed deeper into the penthouse. Cael moved carefully but steadily now, one hand tucked into the pocket of his charcoal lounge pants while the other brushed occasionally against nearby surfaces like he was reacquainting himself with familiar gravity.
When they reached the bedroom, Galathea pulled back the blankets neatly before gesturing toward the bed. "Sit."
Cael looked offended immediately. "I can move around."
