I stood right in front of a large framed portrait displayed in the living room. It was none other than a picture of Lando's mother, Zora.
She truly had an innocent and beautiful face, the kind of appearance predators like Victor were drawn to.
If only she hadn't crossed paths with Victor, she might have had a much better life. Maybe she could've become a model. But I immediately shook my head, because thinking like that was the same as wishing for Lando to never have been born at all.
Though I believed he probably thought about the same thing often. It was honestly so messed up.
Lando and Zora both suffered, while Victor—the true predator in their story—wasn't affected at all. He still lived in his own heaven, while his victims drowned in the abyss.
"Is this your first visit this year?" I asked softly as Lando turned on all the lamps in the villa.
"Yes," Lando replied, then continued in a slightly reluctant voice. "She might look very different from that picture now."
