Arthur Jacobs wore a dark expression, but there was nothing else he could do but wait for someone from the General's Mansion to come and get him.
Meanwhile, back at the fork in the road, Celeste Grant and the others, who had been enjoying the show, watched as that young master was led away. They saw Arthur Jacobs and his dog bites, though he didn't notice them there.
"Serves him right for getting bitten."
Once the others had left, Aaron Sinclair turned his gaze to his birth parents. He reached out to take his mother's hand, feeling its warmth. A smile spread across his face.
"Let's go home."
It was a simple phrase, "let's go home," yet it was laden with complex emotions. He was realizing that not all homes were the same. He had lived in the General's Mansion for years, but Aaron Sinclair never felt like it was his home. In contrast, the short time he'd spent with his birth parents had given him a sense of belonging. 'This is what home feels like.'
