What I had imagined as a dramatic exist, as a somewhat futile attempt to get away from Hades, turned out to be an attention drawing entrance. It was as if I had somehow stepped into a completely different world when I walked through the front door, the house erupting into a wave of cheers—cheers that died down much faster than they had started.
I found myself facing a crowd of people—a crowd of family members who were familiar to me, yet hadn’t even spoken so much as a word to me since my arrival—and even though none of them were saying it to me, the reason why they had been cheering in the first place, was because they must have thought that I was one of my brothers, the beloved brothers who had been halfway across the country, for some strange reason.
And although I knew that none of
