The way I descended the steps had been the same as if I had just removed myself off of a carnival ride after having ridden it too many times and having now fallen dizzy as I was unprepared for the sight that would meet my gaze. In truth, a portion of my heart had hoped that I was brought back here for a visitation in place of a former residence made anew once more and that the note at my side was his apology for leaving early or even his behavior of the night before after he showed me my canvas. But as I made my way into the kitchen, I would find my father having pressed the final pancakes on a plate that finalized the sight of a buffet left exclusively for me. Once again, my eyes would move in the scene in hope that I would find Warren among the kitchen. But as my eyes searched for him, I
