Hidden.
For illustrative purposes only
A slow cane tap echoed from the staircase.
The room turned.
Arthur Caldwell stood at the top step.
Old.
Tired.
Watching everything with the expression of a man who had just arrived too late to stop history from repeating itself.
Vanessa’s voice sharpened.
“Arthur, you should be resting.”
He ignored her.
His eyes stayed on continue reading …