CHARLES FOX.
Seth was waiting for me near the car, leaning against it with a look of concern etched on his face as he waited for me outside the prison.
"Did he say anything useful?" Seth asked as I approached.
I shook my head, feeling the frustration build. "No, if anything, he is just playing with my mind."
Seth nodded, clearly sensing my tension. "Ruby called. She was asking if you will be coming to see her."
I hesitated, running a hand through my hair. After everything that had happened today, I wasn’t sure if I could face her. The thought of sitting across from her, knowing what Bruno had said... knowing the truth about my family—it made me feel sick. But Seth, always the rational one, insisted.
"She’s prepared your favorite meal," he added softly.
I sighed, realizing I had no
