What?
For a heartbeat, Heinz thought he'd misheard.
"Florian, that's not—" He started, the words poised to strike, but then his eyes caught Florian's expression.
The slight tremor in his lips, the sheen of fresh tears clinging to his lashes, the fragile way he leaned into Leticia's embrace.
And Heinz stopped himself.
'That's not even your family.'
The truth hung bitter on his tongue, unsaid but burning. He wanted to snap it out, to drag Florian back to his side and strip away the illusion.
But something—something in the way Florian's gaze darted to him, pleading, silenced him.
Something was off.
Terribly off.
His Florian wasn't supposed to look at him like that. Wide-eyed.
Guarded. Almost… distant.
And the tears—gods, the tears that had come so suddenly, spilling the moment that woman touched him. Suspicion gnawed at Heinz, whispering foul possibilities.
'Did they do something to him?'
