He had long been the pillar of his family. Once something was wrong, he needed to be with his father. He would also comfort his family and take care of his company.

Penelope said, "I'm sorry to hear that. I hope he gets better soon."

She had lost her mother. Her father had been a 'furnishing' for her. She could understand Warren's sadness, so she didn't want him to experience it.

"What about you? Will you go back with me?" He asked, looking at their two clasped hands.

"No, I'm fine here."

"How many times have you experienced what you experienced that night?"

Penelope rolled her eyes, looking up to...