Henry, a sweet, gray-haired little boy. The first child of a now-deceased couple, his custody fell to his father, Atticus.

This sweet boy was introverted, very introverted, and lacked affection from his parents. It wasn't that he didn't love him, it was just that his father was always busy at work most of the day.

At home, he was only with his personal nanny. Sometimes his father took him to school, sometimes he was driven by the Atticus family's private driver.

At school today, there was an elementary school student arts performance. Henry was still in his first grade. He was awkward, shy, and scared. But there his teacher stood quietly in the large audience, comforting him and helping him stay focused.

Despite crying and sobbing, Henry continued to dance with his friend.

One eye silently observed the little man's gaze, then slowly moved to where he was looking.