As I come to my senses I barely understand where I am. I shoot up from my spot, frantically look around, only to realise I am in my father’s office. Everything was drowned in an almost disturbing darkness and silence that creeps into my bones and makes the pictures that all stare at me, all the more accusatory and haunting.
I have seen this office countless of times, but never have I felt more judged by the lifeless eyes of the paintings around the room. Just as I slowly make peace with where I am and try to recollect my memories and everything that happened, the door opens and none other but Arthur himself walks through.
His eyebrows are narrowed with the burden of his heart, and his gray eyes avoid my gaze. He seems angry. I have seen my father angry before, but never did it feel so pe
