His eyes lingered on the image before drifting back to the lone chair. It stood empty, its presence almost accusatory. Just as he reached out to touch the photograph, a voice broke the silence.
"Our captain always envisioned that you would sit on that chair one day."
Cain turned abruptly to see Michael standing in the doorway, his expression solemn yet hopeful. The butler's words hung heavy in the air, a poignant reminder of the weight Cain carried—not just of his past but of the future now unfolding before him.
Cain stretched as he stepped out of the room, his hand brushing against the frame of the door one last time. "Michael, can you prepare a hot bath for me? I need to unwind."
