Fallon
The silence stretches taut between us, filled only by the sound of my ragged breaths. Unable to stand the quiet any longer, I muster the courage to ask, “Where’s Milo?” My voice is barely above a whisper, betraying the anxiety knotting my stomach.
“I’m unsure. I didn’t see him on my way up here,” Leone replies, detached. He doesn’t step away. He reaches past me, taking the photo of Milo cradling the baby.
“Milo had a baby?” The question slips out before I can stop it, confusion lining my voice as I recall Milo’s assertion of how he cannot have children.
No, his Godson, Angelo, my son.”
I nod slowly, a mix of relief and disappointment swirling within me. I’m relieved Milo isn’t hiding his own flesh and blood, disappointed because every new truth seems to weave an even more intri
