Alex stared absentmindedly at the painting before him while something gnawed at the back of his mind.
What it was though, he couldn't tell.
Just as he opted to figure it out later, his senses picked up that he wasn't alone, prompting him to glance back only to find Arwen standing at the doorway.
"Are you alright?" She worriedly asked.
Managing a smile, Alex nodded. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
Arwen said nothing, her gaze shifting from Alex to the faceless paintings arranged in the room.
Each painting evoked a sadness in her heart and though she couldn't figure out why, she understood that it served as a telltale to what Alex felt.
Unwilling to engage her in yet another conversation about his suffering, Alex opted to change the topic. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"We have a visitor." Arwen calmly replied. "I asked him to come back tomorrow but he insisted on wanting to see you."
"Why?"
"He didn't say. Something about a missing daughter."
