A few years later.
When Cyrus got home, he found Troyce playing with Amelia.
"Where's Heather?" he asked.
Troyce ran to him and asked to be carried.
He is now five years old.
"Mom is in the library. I asked her to read me stories then midway through, she suddenly stopped. She told me we can continue in a bit while I play with Aunt Amelia for the time being," Troyce answered.
Cyrus chuckled, from the very beginning, he had been the one reading stories to Troyce.
Heather was busy with the cleaning up of all the mess that followed after they had taken down Raphael.
Cyrus was the same but not as busy as her.
He would help her but if he sees that she can do it, then he would let her work on it.
This must have been the very first time she had seriously read the stories of the fairy tales she was so confident about telling others.
