Mr. Carlton cut him off abruptly, his voice taking on a contemplative tone. “Oh, so you found out… hmm. You weren’t supposed to see that,” Mr. Carlton said quietly, his voice trembling.
“Come with me,” Mr. Carlton said, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of sadness. He motioned for Henry to follow him down the stairs. As they descended, Mr. Carlton approached the large crate that Henry had noticed before.