"Where is it?"
Victor moved around the destroyed furniture looking for the one thing he failed to find many years ago. It might help to spark a conversation between him and Ian if he were to find it.
Victor thought back to when he was younger and all the times he thought Ian used to lie to him. It sometimes felt like Ian wasn't saying what he felt and said hurtful things to send him away, but there was something he knew that Ian loved.
"The fire couldn't have destroyed it," Victor whispered, hopeful.
All he had was a single candle to help him see in the dark cottage. There was no light here after a small fire had started many years ago.
"What are you doing here, Victor?"
Victor gripped the candle holder, not wanting to turn around to face his mother.
