Milo Cassius was your butler, and Theo Palmer was your guard. The three of you were currently on the train heading to your grandparents. You had been writing letters to a man but he hadn’t been writing back recently, which dampened your hopes.

“Mi amor, what’s the matter?” Milo asked, sitting across from you in the train compartment. Theo watched silently from next to him, his expression cold but alert. The two boys watched patiently for you to speak, Milo’s foot tapping gently on the floor.