That next evening, Luke was livid. He hadn't sat down since he discovered Claudia was MIA. His mother and father just sat in his study, watching him pace the floor, while he was almost ready to tear his hair out. Lilith sat with her hand folded across her lap, wanting nothing more than to heal her son's heartbreak.
"Son, please relax. Why don't you let me make you some nice tea?"
"Mom, I'm fine. I just need to process this. You and Dad should go home. I'll deal with this."
Standing, his father meandered around the room, suddenly shaken. Looking back and forth between his mother and father, he knew something was wrong. It wasn't like the older man to be so absentminded, but today he seemed off.
"Dad, are you all right?"
"This is a nice you, isn't Maria? I remember Don Ricci had a library like this. He likes to read those history books. Remember, he used to let us play in there and he'd read all us kids' stories. I miss those days."
