Ian went along with the man to his house. It was big, bigger than the house he had lived in before. He looked around like a curious puppy, taking in the new environment. The house had a warm atmosphere making him feel at home instantly. Ian saw the pictures of the boy who had died and along with his parents on the wall and it made him a little depressed. However, when he saw a lot of dishes on the dining table, his eyes lit up again.
The man pulled a chair for him to sit. "You must be hungry. Let's eat something." The duo ate in silence. Ian noticed that the man was not a big talker or it was maybe they had just met, he was being silent. But it was not awkward. Ian ate a lot of food, more than he had eaten when he was in the orphanage and the man's smiled seeing this. 'At least the kid was returning to normal.'
After eating, the man took him to a room. "This was my son's room. From now on, this will be yours."
