Celeste;
The thought festers until it becomes an acute fixation, embedded into my head.
Afraid I let that show, I arrange my expression. Splitting my lips to produce a smile, I spout, "I'm grateful you guys did come to my rescue. Thank you."
Romano leans in a breath closer, "It was my fault to begin with."
Okay now he's taking his father's blame on himself?
I don't know if he's talking about the gunfight that night, or the real reason behind it all.
The words to tell him that he shouldn't, die on my tongue just before they could escape me.
And just like Caruso was pulled away from me, ringing ripples through the static silence.
Fingers wrapped around his phone, he answers the call, flashing me a look and retracting from me.
The tension of his jaw doesn't go past me when the screen lights up.
"Hello Father?" He muses low.
Of course. Now I know what got his movement rigid.
