Max walked down the familiar corridors and halls of the mansion, recalling how they had decorated it together as a family years ago, how excited and happy they had been to move into a new place and call it home.
He stopped in the main hall where the wall held portraits of their family, along with new additions that hadn't been there a few years ago. One of them showed all of them in their adulthood, their parents seated on a couch, Rosey between them, while he and Finn stood behind, hands resting lightly on the back of the couch.
Max smiled faintly, then turned to look at his favorite portrait, the one their father had painted of them in the unfinished bedroom, the sunset streaming in through the open windows and bathing them all in a warm golden hue.
