At Lancaster Ancestral Mansion
Sanya couldn't believe what she was doing. William was in her arms, and she was gently soothing him to sleep. He'd been crying, stopping only to start again, waves of emotion refusing to ebb.
"I'm sorry. I don't think you'll be able to sleep if you stay here like this. I have guestrooms; you could stay there instead and get some real rest," he whispered, wiping his tears.
Sanya smiled and held him closer, softly stroking his hair. "It's fine, really. Just try to sleep," she murmured.
"I'm trying, but it's hard," he admitted. "Tomorrow, I'll definitely scold my brother. He should've told me sooner! No wonder Dad's been reaching out more often, wanting to do things together like we used to. Now it makes sense why he's been so persistent, trying to be involved in our lives. Usually, he lets us be independent, trusts us with our choices…"
