Andrew stood there in silence, staring at the spot where his son had vanished. The air around him felt heavy and hollow.
Seamus was gone.
Truly gone this time. Nothing could bring him back.
"I lost him, Alice… It's all my fault. I'm ashamed of myself. Not only I failed to protect you, but also our son..."
His voice was faint, trembling like a confession carried by the wind inside the hollow house with his empty heart.
Maybe he already lost him from the start, he just didn't realize it because he abandoned him.
He remained motionless, stripped of purpose, his body there but his spirit long emptied.
He barely registered the echo of footsteps—boots and heels clicking across the floor—until voices reached him.
"Well, it seems Roanna's already dead," a woman's voice said dryly.
"What an anticlimactic ending. I wanted to punch her in the face at least once."
