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- summer 1978 -
Stepping from the Tube, Isadora thanked all of the stars and planets in the sky that she was able to learn how to navigate the twisting and turning tunnels of the London Underground in such a short amount of time. Growing up pureblood, there was little time for such muggle matters. Her mother would claim that it was a waste of time when there was the much more elegant floo network, or other means of magical transportation. Magical, like us. Isadora would recall her mother telling her over and over. Growing up, when she was naive and believed that her parents loved her, she thought that her mother meant special. That she was special for her abilities and for the bloodline that coursed through her veins. Since growing up and learning the depths of her parent’s hatred for so much in the world, she now knew that magical like us meant better than others.
Since leaving her parent’s home after Cora’s attack, she had to learn how to do a lot of things, and getting around the metropolitan juggernaut was top on the list. The first time she rode The Tube, she cried. She cried and she panicked, and she ended up begging a man with green spiked hair and a leather jacket for help. She wasn’t sure if it was the gentle soul the man had, or the desire to keep her from throwing herself onto the tracks, but either way, Isadora was grateful. She learned quickly over the summers, since it was the only way she could get to Aden’s flat in London.
She missed Delilah, but her best friend was off traveling the world and having the time of her life. A small part, a part that she wouldn’t want to admit to was okay with Delilah being away. It was giving Aden and Isadora a chance to spend alone time together. Isadora walked up the cement stairs from the station and narrowly avoided stepping on a man sleeping in a puddle of his own urine. The ammonia stench of his pants brought her out of her thoughts of spending alone time with Aden, even if briefly. It wasn’t that she was in love with her best friend’s twin brother, it was that she really liked him and it was a crush that was going to crush her one day.
Isadora walked up the stairs to the two bedroom flat and rang the bell to be let into the building. Aden wanted to meet for lunch, and she wanted to see something in the apartment that would get rid of these feelings. A part of her prayed that she would see some other woman getting dressed or leaving the bathroom. The intercom sputtered to life, letting Aden know that she was at the door waiting for him.
“Aden? I’m here.” She said, cringing to herself at how much she was enjoying saying his name. She had been struggling with this crush for a year and it was something that she was ready to walk away from. He was her best friend’s brother, and one of the closest people to her. It just wasn’t going to happen.
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By Merlin's beard, what was Aden thinking? Inviting Isadora over when his flat was in this state? He groaned as he picked up a stray piece of paper that had his chicken scratch writing all over it. Notes, he could no longer read. Regardless, it would go up on the wall with the rest of them. He took the stack of papers in his hands into the second-bedroom-turned-crime-scene-wall and pinned them to whatever open space he had left. He sighed, taking a step back and examining his evidence.
He was deep in his reverie when he heard the intercom buzzing, and Isadora's sweet voice ringing from the contraption. A small smile lit up Aden's face as he ran to the door and buzzed her in. He then realized his living area was still a wreck full of papers.
"Shit, shit, shit, shiiit." He mumbled profanities to himself as he scooped up papers left and right, putting them in stacks of no certain order.
Footsteps could be heard echoing down the halls. She was nearly to his door, and his flat still looked like a crime scene in and of itself. The footsteps were closer now. Rubbing his temples, Aden just decided to leave it. Surely Isadora had seen worse - she was best friends with Delilah, who Aden knew couldn't keep a clean room to save her life.
Before Isadora could get to the door, Aden swung it open to greet her. He couldn't help the dopey smile on his face.
"Afternoon, Izzy." He greeted chirpily. Merlin, he sounded like an idiot. Aden bashfully rubbed the back of his neck, and stepped aside, letting Isadora inside. "I've put on some tea, and ordered in, hope you don't mind. Chinese from a couple blocks over, should be here any minute."
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- summer 1978 -
Walking up the stairs she had a plan. Walking down the hallway she knew that it was a good plan. As soon as the door swung open and she saw that cheesy grin and piercing blue eyes that haunted every one of her day dreams, she couldn’t even remember a part of that plan. Isadora felt the breath hitch in her chest and she became painfully aware of how sweaty her palms were. She faced the painful reality that this crush wouldn’t be going away for a while, and it honestly scared her senseless.
“Yeah, that sounds amazing.” She walked into the apartment, focused on Aden and the intense butterflies in her stomach. She placed her purse on the table and couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
“Aden, were you robbed?” She asked seriously. Sure she knew that Delilah and Aden weren’t the neatest siblings, but she always assumed that Delilah was as bad as it could be.
She looked at Aden, waiting for some explanation about what happened to his place.
“Are you okay?” She stepped towards him, clear worry on her face as she checked him for any external injuries. She felt a fire in her stomach as she ran her hands over his chest to make sure he was okay.
She had known Aden and Delilah since she was a first year. They were the second years who took her under their wing and protected her from anything that could have gone wrong at Hogwarts. That final year without her older sister, Delilah, and Aden, she couldn’t even fathom how much she missed them. Not seeing Aden every day, it was how she knew that she had feelings for him.
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Aden's breath hitched as Isadora appeared in front of him. He was beginning to like Delilah being gone - not that he'd ever tell her that. The lunches (as he couldn't call them lunch dates) that he had with just him and Izzy were great. The past couple of months the two had really been growing closer together. More often than not, in school Aden felt like the third wheel to all of Delilah's friends and escapades. She was always so much more outgoing than he was.
"No, no, no, no." Aden tried to calm Isadora, waving his hands and assuring her his place wasn't ransacked. Well, if it was, he wouldn't be able to tell, but regardless...
As Isadora stepped forward to check on Aden, he felt his face grow hot. He felt his skin tingle when she touched his chest, ensuring his safety. "Uhhmahaha!" He fumbled, then began laughing nervously. Aden took a step back to provide him space, if only he could distance himself from the growing embarrassment he keeps drowning himself in.
Aden spun to go to the kitchen, hoping Isadora didn't notice how badly he was fumbling over himself. "I'll get the tea!" He shouted behind himself, leaving Isadora in the doorway. Once alone in the kitchen, Aden leaned his head against the cool refrigerator. "Smooth, dumbass." He grumbled to himself.
Regaining his composure, Aden grabbed two mugs and poured the liquid gold into them. A stray Ministry file was sitting on the counter top in the kitchen/dining area, so Aden snagged it and tucked it under his arm on the way back to the living area.
"Don't look to hard at the mess. It's work stuff - haven't really had anyone over to make me want to clean." He confessed, though he wasn't sure why he had to let Isadora know he hasn't had anyone over. Deep down maybe he was hoping she'd fill that void?
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- summer 1978 -
When Aden practically jumped out of his skin to get away from her, Isadora basically felt like she had been punched in the gut.
“Wow, um, sorry Aden.” She put her hands up, hoping to show her long time friend that she meant no harm and wouldn’t be touching him again. The nervous laughter, the huge distance, she understood completely. Isadora dropped her purse to the table and went into the living room to sit and wait for the food and for Aden to stop being so repulsed by her touch.
Isadora slipped off her heels and tucked her legs under her to get comfortable. This was the kick that she needed, this was all one sided and she needed to get over it. She couldn’t be waiting around for Aden to see her as more than a friend for the rest of her life, and she knew that Delilah would never be okay with it, even if he was. She couldn’t lose the two closest friends in her life, they both meant too much to her.
Aden was there for her when her sister was attacked, Aden was there for her when she ran away from home to hide out with her sister during the summers. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair and watched him nervously move around the kitchen. She couldn’t believe she gave in and touched him that way.
“Yeah, tea sounds perfect.” She reached out for the cup, brushing her fingers against his and felt that spark of longing for him. Isadora hated herself. He wasn’t going to be hers, that visceral reaction to her touch proved that. She wrapped her hands around the mug, realizing that it would keep her safe to keep her hands where she could see them and far away from Aden.
She took a sip from her tea and looked around at some of the papers, despite Aden’s protests.
“What is all of this?” She set the tea down on the coffee table and looked over one of the files.
“You’re only in training, are you supposed to be taking files home already?”
Of course he hadn’t had anyone over who he wanted to clean for. She picked back up her tea and took a sip of her tea.
“It’s alright, one day you’ll meet someone who you care for like that.” She leaned against the couch, turning slightly so she would be able to look over the dorky auror in training she cared so deeply for.
His dark hair, his beautiful blue eyes, the way that he cared for her during her worst times. She would never be able to thank Aden for everything that he’s done for her. One day, she would get over the crush and he would meet someone who made him as happy as possible. One day they would have a real friendship again without worrying about everything and anything that she said that would make her closest friend uncomfortable.
“Until then, I guess you’re stuck with me.”
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Aden's thundering heart had managed to slow with a few sips of the warm beverage. He sat down on the couch, next to Isadora. He leaned forward, checking which file it was she had in her hand.
"Ahh, just looking through all my old man's cases. A way to feel closer to him, right?" Well, it wasn't a total lie. He was looking at all of his dad's old cases. But not for the sentimental reasons he was claiming. Aden was trying to figure out what his father did - what it was that got him killed, and how Keaton Heller tied into all of this.
He turned slightly, to face Isadora better. Aden's knee bumped against hers. With a light grin he lightly elbowed her side.
"Being stuck with you isn't that bad. Putting up with Delilah, however." He laughed. It was easier to talk to her once he had calmed down. It felt easier, like when they were in their third and fourth years, when life wasn't complicated at all.
"Izzy, I've got something to te-" Before he could finish his sentence, the intercom buzzed, letting him know the delivery guy was waiting to come up. Aden buzzed them in.
"You know, I really should clean this up, I'll take that." He was flustered again, scrambling to rake together all the papers and photos. What was he thinking, trying to rope Isadora into this mess? It could be dangerous. He couldn't ask for her help, ask her to risk her job - potentially risk her life. He threw the papers in a nearby box, before answering the knock at the door. Aden paid for the food and tipped the deliverer.
"Anyway! How do you feel about orange chicken?"
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- summer 1978 -
Aden was certainly acting weird. It wasn’t like he was the most stable wizard in the world to begin with. She looked at him checking over which file she had, the way his whole face got so serious when he read, the way his hair fell over his eyes but he made no movement to fix it. She wanted to go out to brush it away for him, be that person who helped him and was there, but resisted the urge. She didn’t need him figuring out that she was harboring a crush and end their friendship.
“Can’t really relate on wanting to feel closer to your parents, but you and Del had two of the best known to man, so I get it.” She took a sip of her tea, instating a firm two hands on her mug at all times. She kept replaying the panicked look on his face when she was stupid enough to check to see if he was okay. Isadora sipped her tea and tucked her legs tighter under her, getting comfortable on the couch.
Isadora wanted to ask him what he was doing. Why he was bumping her knee like he wanted to make her light headed and why he was touching her when she felt like it would literally make her pass out. She flinched away from him when he elbowed her side, a laugh betraying the conflicting feelings that were bubbling to the surface.
“Stop, you know I’m ticklish.”
She leaned against the back of the back of the couch, the comfort of being his friend taking away the awkwardness of her conflicting feelings.
“Has Delly said when she’s coming back?” Not that she didn’t miss Delilah, of course not, it was just… she didn’t get times like this when Delilah was there. With Delilah it was all clubs and drinking until they crawl to the nearest tube station and or shawarma place.
“Izzy, I’ve got something to te-” Rang through her ears. He looked so serious and so- what could he want to tell her? The damn intercom that she would be willing to smash into a thousand pieces broke the moment and sent Aden like a bolt of lightning across the room and to the door. Isadora drained her tea as if the mixture of hot water and leaves was the strongest whisky known to mankind and would give her some sort of way out of this headspace. Give her the same confidence she’s seen with Delilah and other girls at those clubs who just grab someone who they like, and dance the whole night.
“Orange chicken? Yeah sounds good.” She helped with the bags and saw more files on the kitchen table. There were a lot and most of them didn’t even have Rorik’s name on them.
“Aden, these aren’t your dad’s files…” She looked at him with clear worry etched onto her young features. Whatever it was that he was getting into, it was something serious and it was something that could land him in trouble, she just knew that.
"Aden, whatever it is, let me help."
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The younger Adkins knew what had occurred amongst the Vance family - Isadora had been very vocal about it during that time. Their tragedies seemed to strike at the same time, though, and in retrospect he felt terrible for abandoning her then. But, for the most part, the two of them had seemed to move on from their darker pasts.
Aden beamed at the gorgeous woman sitting next to him. He loved the sound of her laughter, even if he had to turn to dirty tactics to illicit it from her. His grin softened when the conversation turned to his twin.
"I don't even think she knows. Last I heard she was in the Philippines or something. 'Finding herself,' she calls it." He laughed and shook his head. Knowing Delilah, that probably meant shopping, drinks on the nearest beach, and flirting with anything that had two legs. "The letters are coming in less and less. She'll figure everything out eventually." Aden did not believe that she would figure it out eventually.
With Isadora's help, they moved their food onto the dining table. Aden created a stack of papers on the corner of the table they weren't sitting at, when Isadora began looking closer. The auror-in-training grimaced. Of course she would notice, it's part of job description. Aden stopped frantically stacking and rested his hands on the table - bent over and trying to figure out what to tell Izzy.
"It's complicated, Isadora." He mumbled, not looking up from the cheap table.
"Aden, whatever it is, let me help."
His heart did a backflip. Would she say the same thing if she knew what was at stake? The worry that laced her voice - would it still be there if she knew how stupid he was for doing this?
"It-it's dangerous, Izzy." He tried to explain. Aden finally turned his head to face her. You could get into some serious trouble if you stepped in. I've got it." His eyes begged her, 'please, leave it alone.' What he was looking in to got his parents killed, and he wasn't sure his heart could take it if Isadora did, too.
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- summer 1978 -
Isadora loved his smile, she loved that he barely smiled at other people. How serious he could be and how grumpy he was around most other people. She loved that he was warm and loving with her. That she owned his smiles and monopolized his laughter. She could remember the year his parents were killed and he pushed everyone away. She could remember the first time he told her about what happened and how he broke down with her. She could remember curling up on on a window sill with Aden, their arms around each other as he cried and told her that he missed his parents.
A part of her hoped that he would try to tickle her again, she would take any excuse for him to touch her. She knew that when Delilah got back things would change between them. She knew that Delilah would drive between them and reclaim her space.
“Yeah, I think she mentioned heading to Malaysia next, but that was about a week ago.” She brushed her hair out of her eyes and leaned against the couch, blushing when their knees brushed against each other. Aden didn’t seem as flighty as before, maybe he was getting more comfortable with her.
“I’m sure she’ll be back. You two can’t stay away from each other for too long.”
She looked over the papers, giving up helping him with clearing off the papers as he tried to distract her from them.
“Aden, you can talk to me. You’ve always been able to talk to me.” She promised, hoping that he would trust her. She reached over and gripped his shoulders, hoping to make him look at her.
“I don’t care if it’s dangerous you’re my-” She looked at him with all of the love and compassion that she felt for the auror in training, for the once lanky armed little Slytherin who accepted her no questions asked, for the once crying teenager who lost everything he loved in one night. “- you’re mine. You always have been, and I’m yours and I’m here for you. I don’t care how dangerous it is.”
She kept her stance, knowing that no matter what he could say to her, he would never sway her from his side. He was her Aden. He always would be and she cared for him so much.
“I would do anything for you, Aden. If you don’t know that by now then you don’t know me.” She promised him, letting go of his shoulders. She kept the distance between them the same, enjoying feeling the warmth of his body radiating off hers.
Whatever it was, she was there. If it was this important to Aden, and it was something that he was so worried about that he would keep it from her, she would be part of it. She had to make sure he was safe and make sure that he was safe and ready to be there for the rest of her life. If the day came where Aden introduced her to his girlfriend, fiance, wife, Isadora would find a way to bask in his happiness and celebrate for him. Even if it wasn’t her, he deserved all of the happiness that this world and the next had to offer.
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"I know you would do anything, Izzy, that's the problem!" Aden snapped, exasperated. His calm facade was cracking. He was terrified.
"It can get you killed, it got them killed!" He croaked, motioning to the papers she was holding. The silence was almost tangible. It's what got them killed. It was the first time he admitted out loud what he was doing. These documents, the stories behind them... It killed his parents. Not even three years ago, his father was doing the same thing he was.. And he died. Aden was starting to feel panic well up in his chest.
Breathing was becoming hard. Thoughts wee speeding through his brain at a thousand miles a minute, the major flashing signals being his parents death, and the horrific potential of Isadora's.
The moment Isadora removed her hand from his shoulder, his own shot up to catch hers, holding on for dear life. Her fierce loyalty to her friends was one of the many things Aden admired about Isadora. In another life, he thought she would've made a fine Gryffindor.
Aden held her hand for a long moment. He was still attempting to calm his mental state, using breathing techniques Delilah had shown him once. The knot in his gut was still there, but he no longer felt like he was suffocating on oxygen.
"I don't want you to accidentally fall into this. Isadora, I mean it, there's no going back."
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- summer 1978 -
She had never seen him so scared before. She had seen him silly, depressed, exhausted, broken, but never this. He was Aden. She didn't even think he knew that emotion. The air was thick between them, tense with his admission. She didn't know what to say to him other than the words burning on the tip of his tongue.
"I want to help, Aden." She told him, her voice softer this time. "I want to help with whatever got your parents killed. I want to help keep you safe. Whatever you need, I want to help."
Isadora knew that Aden was terrified about whatever could happen to her. She knew it was because of everything that they meant to each other. They had been friends for years and they would do anything for the other. Isadora out of love, Aden out of (what she assumed) fraternal care. Isadora ran her fingers through his dark hair, hoping that she could give him some sort comfort from whatever horror show was going through his mind.
When she tried to step away and give him that space, break the intimacy of their intense conversation, until he reconnected it. Isadora knew that he was scared, that he needed someone to be brave for her and she was willing to do it. She was always underestimated for being a Ravenclaw. People always thought that she was some bookworm who would just shove her nose in a book and hide away from the world. When it came to Aden, she would face the world.
"Then we do this together, we do all of this together." She told him, lacing her fingers with his. Her determination was clear and she knew that no matter what he said or tried to do, she was in this with him.
"I can't watch you go down this rabbit hole alone, Aden. If you start to look into dangerous stuff, stuff that could get you killed, I'm there." If she could do anything to help, she wanted to. If she could do anything that might keep him breathing another day, she would.
"Like I said, I'm yours and you're mine. Whatever you get into, I'm part of it. Someone has to keep you alive." She confirmed, squeezing his hands tightly. She could pretend that it was something for Delilah, keep her from having to experience losing her twin on top of losing her parents, but it was more. She couldn't even think about a life where Aden wasn't part of it. It might have been selfish to her own family, her sisters who lost their parents by choice rather than death, but she would do anything to keep the Adkins siblings from having to experience another loss.
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Aden looked into Isadora's eyes, his mind still reeling. He knew he could trust her, that wasn't the issue on the table. His eyes flickered as he thought over his options. He could A, ask her to drop it, which he knew she wouldn't. He could B, kick her out and run the risk of irreparably ruining their friendship by being a jackass. Or, option C, he could confide in her.
Option C was looking better and better. Aden inhaled, paused, and exhaled. He knew what he was going to do.
"You know about Delilah's... Abilities." It wasn't so much of a question as it was a statement. Delilah really didn't hide this information about herself. "And you know my dad was an Auror..." Aden was drawing this out, nerves rattling him to the core. Just say it.
"Delilah thinks my dad's partner is a Death Eater and had something to do with their murder!" He spit out all in one breath.
A pregnant pause filled the room, wherein Aden felt like he couldn't breathe. Delilah's voice played in his head. Breathe in. Breathe out. Panic doesn't suit you, Addy-cakes. Breathe in... Breath out.
"I'm... I'm looking at all of his cases. There's something in here, something my dad knew that they didn't want him to."
It was just then Aden realized that his and Isadora's hands were still intertwined. The feeling warmed him just as much as it grounded him. He didn't let go. Aden reasserted his grip and gently tugged Isadora to follow him into the guest room, leaving behind the food and chaotic mess of the rest of his flat.
The guest room was one Aden turned into a study. It was notably more organized than the current state of the rest of the flat, but in a very chaotic manner. There was a whole wall of documents and photographs with Aden's notes scribbled in red all over them. These, so far, were the most pertinent in his private investigation.
"I haven't actually find much yet. I feel like I'm missing pieces... But, yeah. This is it." He loosened his grip on her hand, but didn't let go. Aden liked the warmth of her hand in his; it was a feeling that he wasn't willing to let go of just yet.
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- summer 1978 -
She could see the panic on his face, she could see he was weighing his options, and trying to figure out how to end their friendship and let her go from his life. When he started to take a few deep breaths, she feared that he was bracing himself to kick her out. To end the friendship and break her heart completely. When he looked at her, she knew in her heart that he couldn't let the relationship go. Even if he didn't feel the same way for her, they meant too much to each other as friends. As two people who grew up together. Two people who helped the other through the darkest and most painful parts of life. He was there when her parents picked their backwards views over their child. Aden was there. He was always there.
Isadora nodded, knowing about Delilah's feelings that she would get about things. She was always in tune with what people felt, with what was happening in other people's lives. It was what made her so social. She was warm and loving, a single look from the female Adkins could shake down any wall.
"Yeah, she's good at reading people and she's-" They never knew if there was a word for a person like Delilah. "Yeah, I know it's what got him killed." She was blunt, but they were discussing something serious and it wasn't something that she could really beat around the bush on.
She stood for a second, taking in what he said about who was responsible for Rorik and his wife's murder. Who was responsible for the single most horrific event in Delilah and Aden's life.
"So you're investigating a man who you think killed your parents, alone?" She wanted to hit him. She resisted every urge to smack him for going into this alone. For not even considering asking for her help or at least confiding in this with her.
He had this look in his eye and brought her to the second bedroom of his apartment. She knew that it was Delilah's room for whenever she decided to come back to England. She practically stumbled into the room with him and stood by his side looking at the damage in the room. A small part of her thought that maybe this moment of honesty was what they needed to bring them together, but should have known better. Aden needed to focus on this and Isadora needed to stand by his side for it.
Isadora stepped into the room and started to look over everything on the walls and in stacks everywhere. She ran her fingers over the moving pictures and the case files pinned to the walls. She took in a few deep breaths and turned to look at Aden,
"Want to grab the food and you can catch me up on what you've got so far?" She took a seat on Delilah's bed and looked at him with determination and crossed one leg over the other.
"Have to know what names to look out for at the Daily Prophet. If there's a cover up, chances are it goes there too."
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Aden appreciated that Isadora wasn't treating him like he'd break at the mere mention of his parent's names. He got the kid-glove treatment often enough at the Ministry.
"Okay, I know that look, Izzy, don't give it to me." Aden huffed. Of course, going in alone wasn't ideal, but what options did he have? Delilah was Merlin-knows-where, he couldn't risk his job at the Ministry, and Isadora, until very recently, was off the table for fear of danger and bodily harm.
In retrospect he should've known she would've been to stubborn to stay out of it.
A smile lit up Aden's features as Isadora became engaged with his work. She didn't balk at his decisions, call him nuts for believing a hunch his sister had in a moment of grief, or turn around and leave. Isadora believed him. She believed in him. And that just added fuel to Aden's fire.
As Izzy assessed his files, he jogged to the dining room to grab their food and a spare chair. He hadn't felt this reassured in months. Upon return, Isadora was still deep into his work. Aden cleared a spot on the desk for their food and pulled up the extra chair for Isadora to sit at while they ate and discussed.
What had started out as a lunch date turned into something so much more. A bond that was strengthened through hardship. Once upon a time, Aden believed he was only the third wheel to Isadora and Delilah's friendship - now he knew better. The hours ticked by as Aden tried to explain everything to Isadora in a frenzy, trying to ensure he conveyed every detail he had come across in his investigation. They ate, drank, laughed, cried, and most importantly they grew.
With her help, Aden was convinced they could take on the world. At the very least, they could brave the oncoming storm. This was just the beginning of something great between the two tragedy-struck adults. | please, have mercy on my, on my heart... @isadora |
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