Russell Garden Mews,
Earls Court, London, UK
Amy walked fragile Alice up flights of stairs to her apartment, trying not to touch her, whilst gently guiding her hunched body. Alice would flinch at any contact.
Gregori stood at the top of the staircase, observing them.
“Dear, dear, darling daughter, you just can’t resist getting into trouble, can you? Like father, like daughter.” He leaned against the wall and watched Amy fumble with her keys to open the door. As the girls stepped into the apartment, Gregori dropped through the floor and disappeared.
Amy escorted Alice to the sofa and gently moved pillows out of the way. Alice’s visible shivering sent Amy to the linen closet for a blanket. She helped Alice wrap it around her to add warmth. She switched the lights to low, lit a sweet-smelling candle, and put on some soft Ibiza chilled music. She slid behind her kitchen counter to make them both cups of tea.