As Louis' car vanished from view, Alicia stood there gazing off in the direction it went, feeling a bit hollow and adrift. The wind kicked up leaves, whirling them around her ankles. After a few moments, she turned and trudged back to her grandfather's house.
Grabbing the keys, Alicia entered the east wing, which was her grandfather's workshop for restoring ancient paintings, the very place where she had spent most of her childhood. The room remained the same, with two large red solid wood tables in the center, brushes, pliers, and chemical bottles strewn atop them. A thin layer of dust had gathered over the tools.
Leo's voice rang out from behind her, "This is where you learned your craft as a child?"
Alicia nodded, "Yup."
