Still shaken by the sudden revelation, Adrian sat weakly on his bed, which was a flat mattress on the floor.
It was as if all the fight had been punched out of him.
The pain he had received from the blows, and not even Patricia's treatment, shook him this much.
His wound was superficial and would heal soon enough.
His mother's preferential treatment was not new, even if the ache had not been dulled by two years' respite.
But this? That pain carved at his heart, threatening to reduce him to a b****y mess.
Still, Adrian straightened as he exhaled a shaky breath.
He looked around his cramped space like he had not remembered how he entered.
His eyes caught on the concrete, low-sloped ceiling that was also touching his head even though he was seated.
The low steel door he always had to
