Proserpina

Following Lucien's shift to the townhouse, we continued our routine.

It was alright, but Rachel made me think of something else altogether.

On one of our frequent video calls, she chatted as I moved about the kitchen, preparing dinner. That night, it was pasta. The twins rushed in and out, playing, shouting, and screaming.

Out of the blue, she said,

"Hey kid, don't you want to do something other than potter around in the kitchen and bring up your ...