Standing outside the door of a house he had been familiar not too long ago, Zane brought his uninjured hand to the surface set before him and knocked. Regretting the self-acknowledgement of this action, he turned quickly on his heels before the door came open to reveal Olivia-Tariq’s wife. Their eldest daughter, one who stood just at her mother’s knees ran to Zane with a wide smile and pulled him inside as Olivia invited him with verbal consent.
“I’m sorry to bother you…” Zane commented while taking a seat upon the couch and looking around to see family photographs set around the quaint living room-photos that he had made cameos in.
“Stop it! What can I do for you? You seem...tortured…” She spoke with worry before offering him some tea to which he declined with poise and appreciation.
