“I just want to know the answers. Why aren’t you telling me, brothers?” Medakkaru implored bitterly, voice shaking.
Kimora felt hot tears in the back of his eyes. They would perhaps crawl down his cheeks anytime soon. She did feel he had a hard time right now, but his anger and his feeling of being betrayed surfaced above all. The feeling of hurt seemed to sink down below, somewhere unknown.
Pildogoz and Mirkatthun got up, heaving and glaring back at Medakkaru.
“You can’t know where you’re from because we don’t know either!” Pildogoz revealed. “Marran and Harran just brought you here one day and told us that we’re not to tell you or anyone you’re adopted. We asked them where you’re from, but they could not tell us that. They just said they found you outside the red palace.”
“W-what?”
