Chapter Sixty – Sarah-Sofia
Sarah-Sofia's Point Of View.
This is heavenly, knowing that Elliot is upstairs sleeping after his nightshift, the warmth of the sun on my skin, and beautiful soulful music from Jaxon’s guitar, echoing around Nona’s back porch on her rattan furniture, sipping lemonade made from the fruit grown in the lemon orchard at the west of the property.
I have noticed that my rock twin’s latest composition is more on the ballad side than the rock he normally produces, but it is still a work of art. His music is his outlet for the grief of losing his best friend, and I know the words he has written by heart already as he tweaks the song.
I let out a long breath of utter relaxation, as contentment fills my soul in a way I never dreamed possible.
Nona walks out of the
