Grimm End #11: The Box (Beta Edition)
Sara stared at the man. He looked like her brother, but how was that possible? She saw him in his coffin. She saw him closed up in the mausoleum wall.
She sat down heavily in one of the chairs.
“You can’t be my brother.” She told him. “He’s dead.”
“I know it’s hard to believe, Sara. But it is me.” He sat down on a bench in front of her.
“I’ll let you two talk.” Lucinda said and, after a nod from Thomas, she left.
Sara leaned forward cautiously, frowning in concentration on his features. He had her brother’s nose, his chin, the little scar by his left ear that he got when he fell down a slide when he was eight years old. And he had her brother’s blue eyes.
“Is it really you?” She asked him in wonder.
“Yes, Sara. It’s me.” He said smiling at her. His voice was a little gruff, but it had the familiar sound that she had grown up with.
