Revealing a dark void

The walls seemed to shine with a light that made the colors seem brighter than usual, as though they reflected the rays of sunlight that came through the window.

In the middle of the room was a small rocking chair, with a blanket draped over its arms.

An old photo sat on the wooden chest in the corner. It was one of him and his father, although it had been taken several years ago. His father's arms were wrapped around his waist. His father's face was pressed into the crook of his neck, leaving a light kiss on his skin.

There was also a flower tucked neatly between his father's teeth, a white rose petal falling from his lips. They were both smiling, and they looked as though they were having the time of their lives.

There were no pictures of Max's mother anywhere. Not even a single picture of his own. He guessed that she never bothered to keep any of his photos up after his disappearance.

They walked into the kitchen where the coffee machine was. It was silent, save for the sound of