Darryl's room was as gloomy as it had always been. For the last several days that Darryl was locked by his own father, he had spent all his time contemplating on his best moves to counter all the things that his Father did to him. He already had something in mind and that something was far beyond his Father or anyone else would possibly imagine. However, he wasn't sure if that was the best thing to do but provided all the circumstances, he knew it was what was best for his family—his and Xhemin's family.
"Dee," The door flew open and Dian came in, with her own pair of worried hazel eyes. She went to throw her arms to Darryl to give her brother an embrace. "I flew back here when I heard the news,"
"Where have you gone to?" Darryl asked as he was not certain where Dian had been. He had waited for her to come and see him but it seemed that Dian wasn't home for few days.