Meera could understand if Dalton didn't want to talk to her about this matter, since she knew this must be a sensitive topic for him, this would open an old wound and no matter how much she wanted to understand him, she didn't have any right to force him to relive the darkest moment in his life.
However, when Meera was about to give up, Dalton finally spoke to her. There was deep and raw emotions flashed in his dull blue eyes.
"I was four, or three… I forgot the exact age, when the first time my father hit me," Dalton said all of sudden when Meera was about to give up to hear his side of the story. "They locked me inside a small and dark room, it didn't matter actually, since I can't see."
Dalton scoffed at the fact that they made such an effort to hide her in the dark room, when all of his time, he spent in the dark. He was able to know because he couldn't sense any light inside of the room and the pungent smell of that room was still in the back of his mind.
