Murdoch sat in front of the fire and thought about Johnny. He loved his little boy. The little boy who had the sweetest smile in the world, his world at least. Every time that smile was aimed his way, Murdoch thought his heart would burst.
Well his heart was bursting now, but not because of Johnny’s smile. It was broken, broken into a million pieces. His son was no longer sleeping safely in his own bed upstairs.
Johnny was gone and Murdoch felt like he couldn’t breathe.
Maria had taken his son, left without a word, why? If she wanted to leave, why take Johnny?
Murdoch bowed his head and cried.
Johnny’s smile was his light and now that light was gone.