Chapter 41: Fragmented (6)
They say sons resemble their fathers. Arthur Moore, except for the color of his eyes, was a spitting image of Liam Moore. His skin was slightly tanned, and his build was more robust and brimming with vitality, but in that face, there was Liam. It almost brought a sense of nostalgia.
“Arthur!”
“Herschel! My God, when did you get so old?”
“Is there anything you can’t say? Try teaching kids at Cambridge for three years and see what happens.”
Arthur Moore let out a hearty laugh, a laugh that was startlingly similar to Liam’s.
“I’m not in the habit of torturing myself.”
His witty banter was also a familiar echo.
It had been a year and a half since his son pointed at the void. Arthur Moore began to explain as they walked.
“At first, I thought it was just a child’s prank. But as days went by, it got worse. He would scare people by recounting stories about them and those around them as if he had seen everything. …Herschel. Liam is different from us. I know that. Please talk to him, and try not to get angry.”