The lunch box had sat there for a while. “I don’t know how to open it.” Jonathan explained to Winnie with a fret.
“It’s a lunchbox, hon. How can you not open it?” She picked it up and began to inspect it. There was no opening.
“See?” He accused. Winnie ignored him and continued making dinner. Jonathan hopped onto the stool next to her. “The notes are talking about ‘Caspian’. He’s supposed to be the Prince of the Sea, but he disappeared…” He scratched his head. “Do you think Caspian and I are related?”
“Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know, I just feel like we are.”
“Jonathan, listen to me. You are my son. You are Jonathan. Anything or anyone that you are outside of that doesn’t matter.”
“But, I could be Caspian! I’m already the hero in the poem, why can’t I be Caspian, too?”
He was lost to us.
And along with our trust,
Flew into the darkness…
Jonathan translated the last bit of the poem. It had to be him.