"Then who do you need to take care of?"
Rico's lips immediately thinned into a straight line. He tore his gaze from Ryan as if the latter had the ability to read his mind. He refocused his vision on an older woman sitting on a wheelchair. She was being pushed by a younger woman from behind her. Despite her state, she was smiling while she conversed with the younger woman.
Rico couldn't help but see his mother in the older woman. She couldn't walk and now, because of his father's mistakes, her health was going to be affected by it.
"Hey! Are you listening to me?" Ryan asked as he flicked his finger in front of Rico, pulling him back from his thoughts.
"I'm alright," Rico lied through his teeth. His brown eyes settled on Ryan's dark ones. Staring right into them felt like staring into a bottomless pit that seemed to want to feed on his soul.
It scared him and yet kept him curious about Ryan.
