The moonlight filtered through the stained glass, giving the room a yellowish hue.
Thanh Van felt a sense of sobriety as he looked around the nursery. It was not the wooden toys sitting on the shelves collecting dust, waiting for little Tom to grow up and play with them that made Thanh Van feel this way. It was not the basket of the baby's unfinished clothes left behind by the mayor's wife that made his mood sullen.
No.
It was the pile of dust that covered the wooden floor, untouched by any outside sources that really hit Thanh Van like a pile of bricks. A small smile formed on his lips at the revelation.
Kruger never stepped foot inside this room.
Now Thanh Van considered himself a fair person who never unfairly judges another man.
There was not much to the room, to begin with. A wooden trunk pushed against the far wall. Few shelves held the toys that would never be played with.
