Blaise Taylor
"Hello?"
I awkwardly stared down at my lap while Antonio sat opposite me, a desk separating us.
We sat in silence as both were lost for words from the moment that I had entered the room.
"Luca betrayed us, didn't he?"
I refused to look him in the eye while I attempted to not revisit that time in my life.
"Yes sir."
He took a deep breath in and I looked up briefly. I was greeted with the sight of him brushing his hand along a newly grown, unkept beard that swallowed his face.
His face itself was sunken and his skin was a sickly white. His eyes were tired and his lips cracked. Antonio's cheekbones stuck out prominently as his apparent significant weight loss created a skeleton-like look.
He was a broken man.
"Your father betrayed us also?" He spoke sternly,
