Love: Brotherly

The rain drummed a steady, rhythmic beat against the window of the small attic bedroom, a stark contrast to the quiet tension inside. Elias sat at the edge of his bed, turning a worn wooden compass over and over in his hands. It had been their father’s, a relic from a life lived before the world became so heavy.

Quietly, Elias took the compass and tucked it under Leo’s pillow. It was more than a gift; it was a promise. Brotherly Love