The bread they shared wasn't enough to fill the children's stomachs, but it was enough for them to get by for now. The girl finished it almost in a blink of an eye while the boy eventually finished it. After that, the girl sat beside him in the dark. Her back was against the wall, legs extended and spread lazily, lamenting inwardly.
The boy stayed quiet, glancing at the girl beside him.
"Sorry," he said after a prolonged silence, warranting the girl's attention. "It seemed that bread was your snack."
"It is. I purposely didn't eat it because I want to take it home."
Home.
Dominic didn't say a word as he stared at the young girl. The latter's brow rose, waiting for what he was going to say.
"Where do you live?" he asked, only noticing her phoenix eyes now that his eyes got comfortable with the dimness.
"Far," she shrugged. "I live on this small island. People can only get in via boat or a chopper."
