A broken heart

“I move most of the stuff to the basement from time to time. And I just leave others here for easy access. No one needs the room anyway.

“The chair?” he reminded her.

“Oh yes.” She stepped in. He followed. Despite housing so many ancient things, the room looked fairly modern. The wall painting seemed new, and the room was sparkling clean. Rhys imagines Eliana on the floor, scrubbing hard whenever she is upset.

“Here.” She said, calling his attention to the wheel chair beside her. Of all the things in the room, the wheel chair would be the youngest.

He grabbed the chair and began wheeling it until he was out of the door. Once he was outside, he stopped and waited for Sophie’s aunt to lock the storage room and join him.

Adrian was as light as a feather. It had taken Rhys no strain to lift the man from the bed and transfer him to the chair, which Sophie’s aunt was now wheeling away. He did not see why she needed him. She could leave Adrian if she wanted. A new-born child would we