It was Sunday, and Riven sat in his parents’ sitting room, waiting to hear his father’s footsteps descending from the stairs anytime soon. He looked around at the targeted portraits hanging on the luxuriously painted walls as though it was his first time seeing them, as though he were a stranger just visiting the apartment for the first time. Crossing his legs in a bid to appear confident, he feared the posture might be overdone, that it did little to mask the anxiety actually seething ...