<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Michael talking of getting a job and eventually moving into a place of his own drew a concerned frown from Theo, “Is that...are you not worried that they will be looking for you?” The ‘they’ in question were a faceless entity that the artist had never been able to put face or a name to. He didn’t know who the people behind the attack were or why they’d picked his family. And some days, the not knowing ate at him more than the loss itself.  <br/>
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The loss while still a gaping wound, had slowly started to soften around the edges as the years passed, but the ‘not knowing’. The not knowing taunted him with questions he’d never have the answers to.</span>