"Good morning Santino, you got up later than usual" it was obvious that everyone had already had breakfast.
He forced a calm expression for his mother and accepted the dishes that she handed him, he wanted to behave as he always did, perhaps start a little conversation, but he could not do it, he just sat down and began to eat slowly, without saying a word.
"Something happened?"
His mother sat across from him.
"No, no because?"
"I don't know, I notice you differently." She commented as she served him tea.
"Different?"
What is it that sees me differently? Can guilt be read on my face or what?
He couldn't notice anything out of the ordinary and concerning other absent things - money from other people's accounts - well, those shouldn't be noticed.
Was it because of his fleeting arriv
