“Really? Where?” Frank said while he lifted Amiel and put him on his lap. The older man’s movements were smooth despite his health concerns, his heart swelling as he felt the solid, warm weight of his grandson sitting comfortably on his knee. He looked down at the boy with a raised eyebrow, thoroughly captivated by the child's sharp mind and memory.
“I saw you in a big billboard in Las Vegas. In the Hilbates’ Hotel,” Darmiel exclaimed excitedly, his eyes were shining. The little boy gestured broadly with his small arms, trying to paint a picture of the massive, glowing advertisement he had stared at during their travels.
His face lit up with the thrill of having solved the puzzle in his head, proud that he had connected the dots all on his own.
Frank laughed so with Darameh, Darmiel, a
