Arthur had a secret, and you knew it well. You had seen the lockbox under his cot, the one full of jewelry, presumably another woman’s.

Truly, you couldn’t help yourself but to be curious, so on a night when he was sat by the fire with some of the others, you snuck off to snoop. When you opened it, it was exactly what you figured, a box of jewelry. Then an image caught your eye amongst the pieces, it was a photo of his mother. It was his mother’s jewelry.

“What are you doing?” You heard him mumble from behind you. He sounded annoyed.