His Soup Had Been Poisoned!

Lorenzo, seated comfortably at his table, held a pen to his chin, as if deep in thought. He was. In fact, he had been since he received the news about Amara. The very thought that his little sister, the one of the most important people in his life, was currently facing so much danger and pain, had him on edge. How was he, the older brother, unable to protect her, when she had been doing her best, making sure that the matters of their family were well taken care of? If their grandfather thought their parents would be disappointed in him, then Lorenzo knew, the both of their parents would definitely not have been proud of him. The pen, he had been playing around with, snapped. The crack noise echoed, bouncing of the walls of the room, and Lorenzo sighed, throwing the two halves into the trash bin beside his table. “Lory?” All at once, his body relaxed at the sound of the one voice that could put all his worries at ease. The door to his office opened ever so slightly and Maria poked her h