The room was dark, with only the light from the moon shining through the ajar balcony door.
Zoren lay on the bed, one leg out of the mattress and on the carpet floor. His other foot was on the mattress, his knee bent. He rested his arm over his eyes, his necktie loose with a few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned.
Shifting his arm slightly to reveal one of his eyes, he raised his other hand. In it, he clipped a small mug shot photo of Penny. He stared at it darkly, his expression unreadable.
"Should I… feel sad about this?" his quiet yet cold voice escaped. "Because I don't know what to feel."
"What did you feel about it?" he added, already aware of Penny's backstory at this point.
One way or another, Zoren couldn't help but acknowledge the similarity of their lives. Just like him, who was not wanted by the woman he thought was his mother, Penny was the same.
She was the real daughter, but none of her family members ever treated her as one. She was a stranger in her own family.
