-Jafaar's POV-
“Damn, it’s cold!”
I didn’t have the heart to tell Journee that even with the back-up bloody generator, the room would still be a bloody ice box tonight. The woman already felt guilty for taking my bed.
It was pure torture removing my clothes, so I went into the hallway bathroom to put on my jammies.
When I was finished, I opened the door to see my father standing there in front of me. “Oh! Dad, wha-”
“Too cold?” he asked me.
“Just a bit.” I said.
The old man shouldn’t have been out here. He had his own bathroom in his bedroom. That in itself told me all that I needed to know. He was being messy.
“Is the toilet not working in your room?” I asked. We both knew the answer to that question.
“It is.” His answer was short and to the point. I certainly wish that this f
