The next morning, a knock roused the individuals inside the Kaufman house. Anne, a woman in her later years, quietly sewing in the corner of the front room, Emily, holding up a line to measure her brother’s arm lengths and mumbling incoherent words with pins in her mouth. She furrowed her brow, clearly uncomfortable with how much Henry seemed to have grown since he was away at war. Henry turned his head toward the door, surprised nobody else seemed to notice or care.
He sighed, Emily impatiently slapping the cloth of her dress in protest. "I wasn't done." She said through gritted teeth, trying not to let the pins drop to the floor.
"Just a moment..." he grinned. Another rapping at the door and Henry opened it with a soft click. A much taller and far more attractive man stood outside the threshold, a wide smile across his face. His crystal blue gaze focused on Henry who couldn't help but shift uncomfortably on his feet. The stranger noticed and chuckled.
"Hello, there." He said ch