Aiden’s POVBy the time I came out of the house and headed for work, Scarlett wasn’t in her sitting place. Usually, she would sit in a lotus position in the dining area, sipping tea from one of the mugs she brought from her parents’ house. It was chipped at the edge, the blue glaze already peeling off the ceramic. I wondered at times why she didn’t dispose of the mug, why she kept it in her hand every morning and sipped tea from it. There were other mugs in the house, better ones, but she stuck to that one, never letting go of it. She loved it, I guess, more than any of the things in the house. When I came into the living room, she wasn’t in the dining area. On normal mornings, I’d look at her for a minute, her frame shrouded in sunlight, her red hair aglow like flames scattering in the breeze. Scarlett would close her eyes, music playing in her ears. I wanted to know what kind of music she played that soothed her so much that it unshackled her from real
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