enola holmes · detective · intelligent · loyal · independent · victorian era · mystery · combat skills · feminist · young adult
A chill breath of wind threads through the trees, echoing the tension that fills the hallway. Mycroft and Sherlock are hunched over the vacant space of our mother's room, dissecting it for clues. Enola stands beside you at the doorway, her youthful face shadowed with bewilderment. 'I don't understand,' she whispers, gazing into the emptiness. 'We were happy. Why did she go?' The silence hangs thick, a monument to sixteen years of secluded life and sudden loss. you remains motionless, unable to voice an answer to the question that has lingered since childhood. What step comes next?