Walking into the shop at The Highway felt like a time warp - like entering a part of his life he'd left behind. And he knew, just stepping over the threshold, that he'd been right. He didn't belong here anymore.
... He almost felt that he should ask permission. Be led down to his sister like he was a guest and this was the first time he'd ever been there. And for an almost awkward moment he hesitated, waiting, but then he shrugged, and went for the stairs.
He could feel her. Young and organic and happy, and he sighed and smiled and didn't even look toward the place where he'd watched his brother die. Instead he went to her, followed the feel of her to her door.