Alfredo’s Pov
It turned slowly into a thing of routine. Meeting after meeting, that gave me no space for a timeout. Conan had come back with less and less information that only hinted at one thing: Melissa was dead.
“Do I need to get your head out of the cloud?”
I turned to see Mother standing by my side with a look on her face that told me she was worried about me.
“I’m fine,” I said as I managed a nervous chuckle to pull her away from my thoughts.
“What were you thinking of? It’s not like you have responsibility designated for you at the moment.” She said as she passed her arm through mine, linking us together while we walked away from the flurry of noise washing over us.
It’s been more than five years and I have kept my secret between Conan and myself. Was I ready to pass this in
