I’d had enough. “Henry, if you say one more thing, I’ll remind your mother about the coins you stole from her purse when you were seven.”
Henry paled and quickly excused himself.
Idris watched him retreat, his expression thoughtful. “Your childhood sounds so different to mine.”
“In what way?” I glared at him. “It was embarrassing for sure.”
He shook his head. “I don’t know how to describe it, but it’s certainly more interesting than mine.”
His tone was casual, but something in his eyes was distant. Curious, I asked, “What about your childhood? What was it like?”
Idris’s gaze turned steely. “Full of betrayal, fights, and hatred. Unlike you, I didn’t have friends to reminisce about. People around me are either allies or enemies. I also didn’t really have many choices of what I can do.”
