“This is your room,” Ilya said, more to himself maybe than to Shane. “Yeah. Probably even more so than my room back in Montreal. This place is...home.” “This is your parents,” Ilya said, pointing to a framed photo sitting on the dresser. “Yep.” With a playful little grin, Ilya flipped the photo so it lay facedown. “Do not want to shock them,” he said. Shane laughed.
