"You're the last person I expected to see here." Drake’s voice was flat as he eyed Samantha warily.
When the officer told him he had a visitor, he had assumed—no, hoped—it would be his uncle Miguel. He had so many questions, questions that clawed at his sanity every second he spent locked up in that cold, suffocating cell. What had gone wrong with their project? Miguel had assured him that everything would go smoothly, that success was guaranteed. And yet, here he was—while his uncle, the one man he had trusted completely, was nowhere to be found. He hadn’t shown up when the police stormed their factory. He hadn’t reached out since the arrest.
Had his father felt this way too—lost, betrayed, abandoned—when he was accused of fraud? Drake couldn't shake the thought. The silence was maddeni
