Mila spent the whole afternoon thinking about Zyran's words. She felt really bad for him. What could a son possibly do to his father to be treated like a criminal? The marks on Zyran were mostly whips or burn scars.
Same Zyran, his mother had tried to get rid of as a baby. It was just too much for a person. Mila thought.
A thin line crossed Mila's pity and annoyance. She was annoyed by how Zyran tried to write her off at every given chance. He wouldn't let her say what was on her mind; he'd just conclude.
"Earth to Mila," Ashley snapped her fingers in Mila's face.
Mila blinked. She noticed she hadn't said a thing since she had her bath and joined the others.
"Is everything okay, Mila?" Lacie asked, taking a sip from the coconut juice in front of her. "You haven't touched anything on the table. Do you not like them?"
Mila gave a quick smile, then took a sip of the coconut juice. "It's okay," she nodded.
