Troy walked down the corridor, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls. He had avoided this room for far too long, but he knew he couldn't put it off any longer. He pushed open the door, his eyes adjusting to the soft light within.
Lumia sat quietly, gazing out the window, her eyes lost in thought. She didn't turn as he entered, but he knew she was aware of his presence.
The room was filled with an awkward silence, the tension palpable. Troy's eyes roamed the space, taking in the familiar furnishings, the delicate trinks and toys that had once belonged to his daughters.
Lumia's voice was soft, barely above a whisper. "Father."
Troy's heart twisted, his eyes locking onto hers. He saw the pain there, the grief and the confusion. He knew he was to blame.
He crossed the room, his movements slow and deliberate. He sat beside her, his eyes mirroring hers, gazing out the window at the rolling hills and verdant forests beyond.
