The silence inside the warehouse stretched endlessly after Henry Lawson spoke.
For several seconds, nobody moved and nobody spoke. The only sound came from the rain striking the warehouse roof above them.
Clara found herself staring at the older man,her mind struggled to catch up with everything that had happened during the past hour.
The warehouse,the files,the photograph and now this man,a man who somehow knew Edward Knight,a man who somehow knew Emily Bennett.
A man who seemed completely unsurprised to see them standing here. Alexander was the first to break the silence.
"You knew my father?” his voice was calm and controlled. But Clara had spent enough time around him to recognize what was hidden beneath that calm exterior.
Anger,years of unanswered questions,years of grief,years
