“But, where did it go to?” Emile asked in shock. He ran over to the painting and stared at the empty space where the portrait had been.
“What do you mean?” his mother asked in surprise. “Didn’t you noticed that it was gone?”
“Not until now,” Emile responded. His thoughts were running wild. If he did not erase the portrait, then there could be only one explanation for it; It had left the rest of the canvas to roam around outside like the animals had.
“But I did not use any spell to make that happen,” he told himself inwardly. “Then who did it on my behalf?”
“Are you alright?” his mother asked in concern. “Was there someone else here who did this?” she asked regarding him with a serious frown between her elegantly shaped eyebrows.
Emile continued to stare at the blank space in the painting. His mother stepped closer and studied it as well.