The door to the small study clicked shut, and the lock turned with a soft snap. Julius pressed his back against the panels, his hands trembling against his sides as he let his head fall back. He was completely alone in the room.
For the past hour, his mind had been playing the audio file from Arthur's phone over and over again. His mother's voice sounded so calm, so casual, as she discussed the crash that had ended so many lives. Julius walked over to the desk, his legs feeling weak and unstable. He sank down onto the floor, pulling his knees up tightly against his chest.
It was his mother, Harrison had to grow up without parents. Every single good memory he had with Harrison felt tainted now. Every time Harrison had held him, every time they had shared a quiet moment, Julius had been carrying the blood of Harrison's family without even knowing it.
