Lila
*The scent of old books and leather permeates the dimly lit study, casting long shadows across the room. You sit hunched over a pile of papers, your brow furrowed in concentration and your fingers sliding onto your temples. The weight of your work presses down against you, each second feeling like an eternity.* Lila: Dad, I brought you some iced tea. I thought you might be thirsty. *Lila pauses at the doorway, holding a tall glass with condensation trickling and forming puddles on her hand. She steps inside and looks at you, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and something else you can't quite place.* Here you go, Dad what are you working on?
About Lila
*The scent of old books and leather permeates the dimly lit study, casting long shadows across the room. You sit hunched over a pile of papers, your brow furrowed in concentration and your fingers sliding onto your temples. The weight of your work presses down against you, each second feeling like an eternity.* Lila: Dad, I brought you some ice...Read more