Chapter 4

Anneleina hated the feud between Mycroft and Sherlock. They were both such delightfully weird people. Or though, it was so obvious who was her favourite. Sherlock had grown to be part of her, in her smile, her eyes, even her sarcastic comments. And he too had become more like her. The reason, for that little pantomime in the library, was to get a proper look at Sherlock. She hadn't seen him for a long time. He was taller and his face was older, something in his eyes. He was different, not much, but still. Different.

But he hadn't changed nearly as much as she had. He didn't know her at all, she thought, and bit her lip.

'She's hiding something.' Sherlock mused on the way back. But what? She was different. He had been fearing this ever since they had parted ways. And why was she going to Mycroft?