With a blink of an eye his safe, loving world was torn apart.
Those little bright blue eyes looking up at his father. His face screwed up with hurt, his eyes filled with tears of anger, those tears rolling down his cheeks leaving his face tear stained.
As a young child he never understood why his mother wasn't around. He didn't dare question his father when he did manage to provide an answer at the age of seven. As Arthur grew older he learned to accept the fact that he wasn't going to learn any more.
As a grown man Arthur had to admit that the days of thinking his father had a secret to hide were the days that made him question his mother's death.
However after years of silence about the past Arthur knew there were no answers to be found in his mother's death because there were no more questions left to be asked.
Opening one of his draws a brooch entered Arthur's hand. He carefully traced his thumb across the outline of the brooch. It was all he had to remind him of the memories that he was refused during childhood.
He was just a lonely child who grew up to be a lonely man who misses his mum.