I quietly went to my room. I feel that Diego is just following me. He is quiet and seems to be thinking a lot.

When I was in front of my room, I looked at him.

"Are you visiting your dad?" I asked weakly. The surroundings are dark and the few lights are off.

He looks unreadable. It's bothering my mind. I know how he feels because I have experienced being away from my parents. That's because of Don Cleo.

The yellow light from the lampshade gave us air like an old movie.

"I'm not allowed to see my father Mystique."

My lips parted. I stared at him all over....