The room smelled like metal and dust, very cold and unfamiliar.
Matteo sat on a narrow chair, his small hands gripping the edges as he tried to stay still. His eyes darted around the dim space, searching for anything he could recognize.
But there was nothing, just mushy walls that were made visible by a single light above. The sound of footsteps was gradually approaching slowly and deliberately.
They stopped in front of the door as the knob turned, the door creaked open and Marco walked in calm, controlled steps with a smile plastered on his face.
He crouched down in front of the boy.
“Hello handsome, let’s talk about your father..Shall we?
Matteo stiffened, his heart pounded hard in his chest, but he didn’t speak. Marco still crouched in front of him, studied his face with unsettlin
