The Elian of his childhood had been loud, energetic, always smiling.
But the boy standing in front of him now carried something heavy in his eyes—something that didn’t belong to a thirteen-year-old.
Matteo stepped closer.
Elian instinctively stepped back.
“Hey, bro… it’s me,” Matteo said gently.
Then he noticed something that made him stop mid-sentence.
Elian’s belt had snapped… and was tied together with a strip of plastic.
Elian lowered his head.
“Sorry,” he murmured quietly.
“This is our life now.”