The car was quiet except for the low hum of the engine and the occasional sounds of the city filtering through the windows.
Matteo's hands rested on the steering wheel, knuckles relaxed but jaw still tight from the confrontation with Fox.
Felix sat in the passenger seat, watching the buildings blur past, lost in his own thoughts.
They'd been driving for maybe ten minutes before Felix finally spoke.
"Victor looked scared."
Matteo's eyes flicked to him briefly before returning to the road. "He was."
"Of Fox? Or of you and your father?"
Matteo considered that. "Both, maybe. We're asking him to choose between the only parent he has left and a family he barely knows."
Felix turned in his seat, studying Matteo's profile. "But you gave him the truth. That matters."
"Does it?" Matteo's voice was rougher than he intended. "Fox has had twenty-one years to build his version of reality in Victor's head. We had one afternoon."
