Zeno was staring at the pictures of his parents in some unknown house; they looked happy; he could tell by the way his mother was smiling at his father.
He couldn't believe his eyes; all this time, he'd believed he lost his parents to an accident just to find out two years later that they were never dead in the first place.
He didn't know if he should be happy, no, he was happy and elated, but he was also disappointed. He was disappointed at his parents for choosing to treat him the way they did: keeping him in the dark about their real jobs, disappearing through a fake death, and letting him mourn for nothing, hiding their involvement with the Mafia.
All his memories with his parents were a lie; the peaceful nine-to-five parents weren't real; they were some secret high-valued cybercrime agents who had worked with Mr. Orion for more than ten years.
Zeno sighed and dropped the picture beside him on the bed. "I don't know what to think," He murmured softly.
