Without Evander, the house was sad and lonely like never before. It was weird, because he never talked much. But still…the silence felt different when he was gone. Disturbing. Uncomfortable.
Dory’s heart was aching. She couldn’t think of anything that would distract her from the grief. It was like being homesick in her own home.
Her sisters had it better. They were adults – they had adult things to take care of.
Like the garden.
Or cooking for the rest of the family.
Yes, even Camilla found herself a job. In IT. Although everyone was certain she mostly only pretended to be programming and just trolled teh forums instead.
But Dory had nowhere to hide from all the blue thoughts that flooded her mind. The school was boring and she wasn’t ready to go out and socialize with others. Not even Alfred. He never lost a parent. And his siblings didn’t move to another country. He didn’t understand.
When everyone went to sleep, Dory quietly slipped out of her bed and turned the computer on.
It only took her half an hour to arrange her secret plans. Before midnight, everything was ready and Dory was pleasantly satisfied with the results. And with a fact that no one caught her in the act.
Unfortunately, she underestimated Camilla’s mad computer skills. It turned out she really DID learn something about computers in her new job.
And, of course, she immediately went and reported her findings to Melia.
Camilla had no problem with that. Neither had Devi. So there was nothing to think about – they just booked three more tickets and packed their bags.
The next day, Rossini sisters were knocking on Evander’s door.
Dory didn’t care about the house. She immediately ran inside and hugged her brother tight, showering him with questions.
Poor Evander could barely answer half of them. He only lived in Windenburg for a couple of months, after all.
But it didn’t stop Dory from asking. Evander couldn’t even focus on a house tour he was trying to give because of her. So he gave up and only showed them his room.
“Dory, honey,” Devi gently reproved her younger sister, “let him breathe.”
But Evander just smiled happily: “That’s okay, Devi. It’s been a long time since I had an actual conversation. And no, Dory, I didn’t stop painting. I just don’t have any paintings here because I had to sell them all. To make some money. It’s a good thing, though – to know that there is an interest for my work.”
Meanwhile, Camilla and Mel were enjoying a quick snack in the living room.
“Well, that sofa is actually mine.”
An unfamiliar voice came from the corridor leading to the bathroom. And before they knew, there was a beautiful young woman standing in front of them.
Mel and Camilla looked confusedly at each other but before they could ask anything, Evander was out of there.