As he moves about the kitchen, lighting the ancient stove and putting a heavy black kettle on to boil, I can see Murdock’s resemblance to Mossie. He puts energy into everything he does, moving with more pep than I could ever muster. Mossie is in his smile as well, a sideways grin that radiates mischief.

Even with Amun sleeping somewhere in the depths of this dark house, the storm raging outside of this empty manor made me feel like I was all alone in the world. Now, the fire ...