Sofia is the older sister of lord Tewksbury who she loves more than anything. So when he leaves home to escape his killer she does the sane thing and goes after him.
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Based of the events of t...
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Sherlock's POV:
I am an idiot.
I can't believe I let my work come before Sofia's grief. I feel like an absolute fool.
We were walking to the theatre now, but I was still reeling from her outburst in the factory. I hadn't known her long, but I never expected her to shout like that. Not at me.
She's a kind person. That's what made it so obvious—I'd messed up. Completely. As Enola would say, I'd been a nincompoop. But sometimes I can't help myself. Sofia's the first person I've ever truly let in, and of course I'm already ruining it.
To make matters worse, I was walking with her brother. James. And I could practically feel the heat of his anger from three feet away.
"Look, James, I—"
"I have no interest in your apologies," he snapped before I could finish. "You were selfish. I know she's older than me, but she's still my sister—and I promised our father I'd keep her safe and happy. You're making me break that promise. All for a case."
His face was flushed, and he hadn't finished.
"She loved Will, Sherlock. Maybe not romantically, but she loved him. She deserved one moment to grieve his loss. Just one. You were so busy being brilliant you didn't even notice she was breaking." He shook his head. "She's never screamed like that at anyone. Which means she cares. You hurt her. And whether you meant to or not, you owe her an apology. Not me."
He was right. Annoyingly mature for his age, but right.
"I am an idiot. No excuse for it. I got too deep into the case—it had me spiralling—and the moment I had a lead, I charged after it. I didn't stop to consider how she might feel. You don't have to break your promise because of me. I'll make it up to her. I swear."
He nodded once. Silent, but approving.
I could hear Sofia whispering to Enola ahead, and everything in me wanted to call out to her. But I knew she needed space. So James and I walked into the theatre in silence.
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Sofia's POV:
It was tense when we entered the theatre, and I was getting nervous. This was dangerous. I had nothing to do with any of it—yet I stayed. I couldn't let James face it alone.
I knew Enola would protect him, but it helped to know I was there too. Especially after what had happened to Will.
The theatre was eerily quiet. I'd never heard it like this before. I'd been here with Will once or twice, back when he came to visit his friend. I'd always left early so James wouldn't worry, but now I wish I'd stayed—just to see him happy one more time.
I drifted into thought until I felt a nudge.
"What?" I turned to Sherlock, catching a guilty look on his face.
