ROBERTO

The ride was quiet, extremely quiet. I looked at Landon who seemed lost in thoughts.

"They killed my father." His words rang through my head. Fuck. I hate everything.

I remember when Landon and I were kids, 19th August. The date still lingers in my head when his nanny broke the news of his father's death to everyone.

Landon's father was a guard before he resigned and became a rich man living on his own, but he remained loyal to my family and visited every time.

I first met Landon when I was 8 and he was 6. At such a young age he was so brave, annoying, and...