He couldn’t have seen what he thought he did. Carly’s was dead and lost to him forever, he told himself, but another, deeper part of him wasn’t so convinced. He’d seen her. More to the point, he’d seen two of her. One lay in the hospital bed; the other stood at the window, a sad smile playing on her lips as she stared out at him. Alexei met him in the hallway as he entered. He leaned his lanky frame against the wall, arms crossed. “Is she…?” He let his words hang in the air, though that slow smile from earlier was back. Lev shook his head in disgust and pushed past his brother through the double doors of the parlor, where he found refuge in the softness of an old chair. The room was dimly lit. A soothing yellow glow emanated from matching Tiffany lamps on antique end tables. There was something about the parlor that always brought Lev comfort, perhaps because it was Alexei’s least favorite part of the house. Alexei followed and took a seat on the couch in front of a large picture window.
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