He blinked, waiting to feel strong again. Then, step by step, he walked away from his old life, knowing he was carrying a great part of it with him to the other side. 15
Tristan stood in the doorway, watching Faustina and Philip fool around with Rain’s things. “You shouldn’t be in here,” he said. “I don’t think Rain would like it.”
A few minutes ago, after their pizza dinner, Faustina had insisted on seeing her brother’s new creations and had followed Philip into the back room. Kneeling amongst the mess, she glanced up at Tristan and smirked. She could have been Rain’s twin. “Oh, relax, Tristan. My brother wouldn’t mind,” she said, returning her attention to the purple marionette in her hands. “All the other puppets are dressed in black, except for this one. Did he tell you what the show is about?”