After a few minutes, Marco was done with his arrangement in the study, the papers neatly folded and tucked into a drawer for later. The room was quiet, with the only sound being the faint tick of a clock on the wall and the distant hum of the chopper starting up on the roof. He locked the drawer carefully, turning the key with a soft click, and stood up slowly, his joints aching a bit from sitting too long.
He adjusted his walking stick, gripping the handle firmly, and stepped out of the study into the wide hallway. As he turned toward the elevator, he saw his granddaughters approaching down the hall. Bianca and Sofia walked slowly, their steps hesitant, faces showing the weariness from their time in the cell. Marco wanted to walk away as his mind was already on the safe house and the chance to see Elias... but he stopped, leaning on his stick for support, and decided to listen to what they had to say.
