The ride to the auction house was quiet for the next ten minutes.
Rossa drove like a man who had done this all his life, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the door.
His calmness was strange.
Almost like he was not scared of what was going on. I could tell he had done this a lot of time.
I watched him closely.
He didn’t act like someone grieving his uncle. He didn’t act like someone angry or sad. He acted like someone on a mission. Someone who had waited for this moment for a very long time.
The system whispered:
[ KEEP WATCHING HIM. HIS HEART RATE IS TOO STEADY FOR SOMEONE WHO LOST FAMILY TODAY. ]
I said nothing.
City lights passed by the windows. Tall buildings glowed like stars. My heart beat faster with each mile. I was not just going for an auction. I was walking
