Alice’s POV
I’m not the kind of person who pries into people’s lives, but when it comes to Brian… I just need to know more.
There’s barely anything of substance about him on the internet. No family background. Not even a single picture of his mum.
“You knew his mum?” I asked softly, my voice low but laced with curiosity.
Elena smiled, eyes distant like she was staring through time. “Yes, I did. She was sweet. So gentle. One of those women who carried calmness with her like perfume.”
“What age was Brian then?”
“He was about fourteen,” she said with a fond laugh. “The most hyperactive boy you’d ever meet.”
She chuckled again, this time with a wistful glow. “I remember him and his friends always bickering—arguing over who snitched, who crossed the line over a girl, who got into trouble
