Julien's sobs reverberated through the room, bathed in the glow of the moon. Jenna stood hesitantly by the door, unwilling to take a single step forward.
Fear gripped her—fear that stepping inside would confirm this as reality and not some dreadful nightmare.
After a while, Jenna shut her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth as she entered the room that served as Julien's bedroom, living space, kitchen, and dining area.
Hunching down beside her brother, she let him cry, not daring to touch him in his state of shock. Softly, she spoke, "We don't have much debt left to settle. Even if we lose our current jobs, we can find new ones. There's no rush…
"You have a solid foundation. There must be other masters out there who would gladly take you in…
"Mom wanted us to have a better life, not to wallow in self-blame…"
