𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓, holmesbury

𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Tewkesburys's POV :
Oxford, my home away from home.--- and "Perhaps we could go back to your place," she said, and I nodded as we began walking: "What did your parents want you to be?" "I mean, because they don't let you to pursue your aspirations," Enola asked "They always expected me to follow in my father's footsteps, being a successful businessman." I explained

"Don't listen to them," Enola murmured as I smirked. She grinned as she walked away as we got at my apartment.

Enola's POV :
I open my art gallery door to see my brother, Mycroft. Something you need to know about me is that I've always despised Mycroft.

"Greetings, Enola" He said, "What do you want?" I said that as I walked to my painting room, I could tell he was following.

I looked back. "Mycroft, what is it?" I asked, "I need you to go back to Ferndell Hall."

I looked at him in disgust. "For how long?" I questioned "indefinitely," and Mycroft answered "INDEFINITELY?!" I shouted as he nodded.

I drew back my head."Mycroft, I would love to go back home, but I cannot simply abandon everything because I have a life and a profession here." I explained, "Well, then you must quit." Mycroft said

"Quit?" "I worked hard for everything I made," I said, with tears welling up in my eyes. "You must come home," Mycroft insisted, and I slowly shook my head.

I didn't want to leave Oxford. "You are 17, Enola; you can't just have your life like this; you need to finish your education." Mycroft said, "Mycroft, I'm successful enough; I don't need to finish my edu-" I said, but Mycroft interrupted me by slapping me hard in the cheeks. My cheeks were very red.

I did not say another word and had no choice but to follow what he said.

"Mycroft, before we leave, may I send a letter to someone?" I requested as he nodded. I walked into my office to go and find a piece of paper. I found one, and I took some paper and a feather to write down my letter.

Tewkesbury,
I'm sorry, but I cannot stay in Oxford any longer.
My brother, whom I've always despised,
forced me to finish my education.
If you'd like to see me, I live at Ferndell Hall; the address is
The Avenue, Broseley, TF12 5RX, UK
Enola.

I placed the letter in an envelope and sent it to his flat.

Tewkesbury's POV :
As I was brewing myself a pot of tea, I heard a knock on my door. I went to open the door, and it was a letter.

I opened it up and read it. I smiled as I found out it was from Enola, but my smile dropped quickly as I started reading the letter.

I didn't have a chance to say goodbye...

Enola's POV :
I packed my stuff and closed my case. I sat in a carriage, just looking outside the window, and took a book out of my purse.

Little Women was one of my favorite novels; I read it through out the entire train ride.

We've arrived home; I placed the book into my purse and went out of the train.

The house looks exquisite; I can't exactly remember when I've last been here. "Enola, you're home," Mother said as she pulled me into a tight hug.

"I missed you too, mother," I said. I saw Sherlock walk into the living room; I glanced at him and hugged him too. "So how is your case?" Of Louise Evans," I questioned

"I've only found a few clues so far." Sherlock answered, "Didn't you hire a private detective?" I asked as he nodded, "If you have an assistant, you must work with her." I implied, "Her?" "Your assistant is a she." Mycroft said