Taken

None stood out to me. Newton did in the kitchen and dining hall as one would expect, and I had refrained from invading the privacy of his bedroom. The most noteworthy of the photographs was one of Isaac’s first moments, when he was still a wailing newborn clinging to his mother. But of course, that image of Newton was no more than trivia, an accessory to the man he would become. It too was met by my disinterest, and was put aside.