Milo didn't move.
Gallo had turned back to the wall. He was running one hand along the stone, checking the surface again, as if he were trying to jog his memory.
Milo's breath caught. He suddenly felt suffocated.
He looked at Gallo, who said something to Salvatore about the thickness of the mortar. He didn't catch it.
Salvatore responded. The conversation continued as usual.
Gallo looked at Milo. Just a casual glance, as if he were curious why the young man was standing there with a shocked expression on his face.
Then he turned his attention back to Salvatore.
Milo realized Gallo didn't recognize him.
Milo's hands were cold. After everything that had happened to him, why didn't Gallo even recognize him?
He pressed his hands against his sides and stayed where he was while the room swirled around him. He couldn't breathe.
Why did he feel this way?
