"Not much to tell. My dad died a few years ago. I have an uncle who's pretty much forgotten about us. I have 2 cousins from him and... yeah. That's pretty much it."
Penelope shifted closer, her knee brushing his, sending a quiet spark through him. "I just have my dad. I mean, my mom is still alive but she was, well she is kinda a bad person. The things she did to my dad, I can't ever forgive her for it," she added. "But my Dad and I are fine. We're strong together. Always."
Darren looked at her. "I'm sorry about your mom."
She looked at him. "I'm sorry about your dad."
He got up after they'd exchanged a long gaze and he picked a bowl, and scooped some popcorn from the one he'd just made before returning to her.
"Would you like a tour of the house?" he asked her, throwing a piece in his mouth.
Penelope looked at him. "I think I want you to tell me a story instead."
He raised a brow at her. "A story?"
She nodded once with enthusiasm.
