The light piercing through his eyes and head was painful. Although, it was humid and bit shady outside, the light was much dratting from the dark, damp room where his mother now lay dead. Other than that, Carl was completely oblivious to his surroundings. His sister's cries and Maggie's soft sobs were muffled to his hearing, but he didn't pay attention to them. It wasn't until he finally looked up past the rim of his cowboy hat did he see his father pacing back and forth at speedy pace.
He began to hear the cries of his sister and Maggie more clearly, and he heard his father yelling. When they opened the gates and walked on to the court, his dad quickly spun his head around to the sound of the baby's laments. Carl slowly lowered his eyes to the ground, but he heard his dad's footsteps quicken and then abruptly stop.
No one said a word. The whole group knew what had happened at that moment.
Carl heard his dad's footsteps and saw his shadow standing right next to him. His dad knew. He knew that his wife didn't survive the birth, and he knew that it was Carl who shot her to keep her from reinvigorating.
But Carl felt nothing. It was like he was emotionally detached. He refused to let himself cry over the situation, but he felt...empty; like he was just in a state of existence.
On the other hand, his father wasn't emotionally detached. He heard his father starting to cry and when he kneeled down next to him so that he felt his dad's hot breath against his neck, he still wouldn't look in his eyes. He heard him walk away and his laments were consistent and loud this time. Carl still refused to look up or look towards his father; he didn't even try to comfort him. He just stood there, frozen with an empty feeling.