“Why don’t we go see the games?” asked Julia. Cornelia was sitting at Quintus’ old desk, staring mournfully off into space. It had been months since Quintus had been murdered, but Cornelia had spent every day in his study, sitting at his desk for hours on end.

Julia sighed. Ever since Quintus’ death, there had been a few more murders, and all the victims were powerful magistrates. Julia had not seen Felix since that day, and could not find out more information. It seemed as if Rome was disintegrating despite Caesar’s iron hold over the state.

Julia was eventually able to drag Cornelia to the Circus Maximus. They were just in time to catch the procession. But the colorful dancers and musicians failed to catch Cornelia’s attention, and even though the whole crowd roared when the cart dedicated to the god Mars rolled past, Cornelia seemed to sink deeper into misery.

The chariot races that came after had everyone in the stands cheering, but as Julia watched, Cornelia simply sat on her cushion and did not move at all. Even when her favorite chariot racer passed by in front of her Cornelia did not stand up and cheer like she normally did.

“Father loved the chariot races,” Cornelia whispered to Julia.

“Maybe a comedy instead? That race was not too exciting,” remarked Julia, attempting a bright smile. It was difficult to take Cornelia’s mind off anything that had been associated with Quintus. Cornelia allowed Julia to lead her to a seat in the Theatre of Pompey to watch the play, and sat quietly on her cushion. Everyone cheered and laughed at the clever slave who kept tricking his master. Cornelia normally laughed along, but this time she could not enjoy the comedy.

Back at home, Cornelia ate very little and retreated to Quintus’ study. Julia walked into the garden, and touched the leather belt with embroidered gold thread that was tied around her waist. This had been a gift from Quintus many years ago, and Julia had worn it every day since his death. She too, missed Quintus and was in deep pain.

I must stay strong for Cornelia, no matter what, thought Julia.

There was a wooshing sound, and Julia felt a hand close over her mouth. She whirled around and became angry when she saw who it was. “You,” growled Julia.

“You have a choice to make, and I suggest you choose wisely,” whispered Felix. “Now, be very quiet and listen to me.”