Serena couldn't help the tears that welled up in her eyes while Marlowe was speaking. She, however, didn't let any drop as she blinked them away.
Her situation was undeniably bad—painful and unfair in so many ways—but at least she didn't have to live and grow up under the same roof with the very people who murdered her family. That, to her, would have been the worst kind of torture.
She moved her eyes from one picture frame to the other, finally resting her gaze on the largest portrait holding the entire family of five. Their smiles were so bright and heartwarming, it would break any heart to know that only one person in the picture was still alive.
"Why are all the pictures kept here?" she asked, and Marlowe let out a sigh.
"That question can only be answered by Lucian himself," Marlowe replied. "He had them removed from around the house and brought here."
They exited the room shortly after and returned to the living room, where they saw Darrell working on his laptop.
