I’ll admit that I did not recognize him, I hadn’t really expected to. Lucas had been five when I ran away, he couldn’t possibly remember me. However, when he stepped into the room and saw me, he froze on the spot.
He was an older man, around the right age to possibly be my nephew. His hair, whatever he had left, was already grey, as was his beard. He had small circular glasses, and a beer belly that told me he certainly was a member of the Shaw house. His suit was expensive enough to be made just for him, I even saw the golden string connecting his jacket to the pocket watch he had in his pocket. I knew that pocket watch, it was a family heirloom.
“Thank you, Mr Dawson, that will be all.” He finally managed to say, after several seconds of silence. The butler nodded and closed the door
