Chapter 183. Remembering Henri

"WHO are you and why are you in my headquarters?" A boy hollered out while holding a baseball bat.

The girl ignored him and continued looking at the drawings in the notebook.

"Stop touching my stuff!" He yelled again while tromping his foot, causing the tree house to jolt.

His movement caught the girl's attention, and she stared at him. Her eyes were empty, no sorrow, no emotions, just a hollowed set of brown eyes.

"Did you draw this? She asks in a weak voice.

He nodded, and he let go of his baseball bat and sat beside her.

"Amazing." She mumbles.

He smiled, "You think that's amazing. Check this one out," he said while handing her another notebook. "It's a comic. I made it. It's about a crime-solving detective like Sherlock Holmes, but mine is French. The name is Hank Devereaux, and he has a dog named Yoda." He explains enthusiastically.

She smiled, and he noticed her eyes finally conveyed emotion. His heart was filled with delight.