Lilah
The Roofs of Susa
In his message, Antinoes had not specified the place where they would meet. There was no need.
As she approached the summit of the tower, Lilah's heart began beating louder and louder. She stopped, closed her eyes, put her hand on her stomach, and tried to regain her breath.
It was not because of the dark, narrow staircase. She had found her way again easily enough. She had climbed these brick steps so often that it was no problem to find her footing. No, what made her breathless was the knowledge that Antinoes might be up there, on the terrace, waiting for her.
In a moment, she would see his face again, hear his voice, rediscover his gentle eyes and soft skin.
Had he changed? A little? A lot?
She had often heard women complain that when their husbands returned from the wars, they were like strangers. Even when their bodies were intact, they themselves had become colder, more aloof.
But she had nothing to fear. Antinoes's message was eloquent enough: The man who had written those words had not changed in any way.
She moved the gold and silver ...
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