Henry sat down in his chair, a beer in hand, after an exceptionally hard day at work, deep in his thoughts. After a while, however, he noticed something was off.
Why is it so... silent? he thought to himself.
Climbing up the stairs, he entered his son's room to find all of the clothes gone from the closet, and the night stand cleared off.
No longer would he hear music blaring from the record player, annoying stomping around, or Shawn trying to "quietly" sneak out.
Silence. Complete silence. It was deafening. Henry knew he would never get used to it.