Small exchange (1)

Noah stopped the car in front of the house. For the first time, he felt too concerned to peek at the man in the back seat.

From the rearview mirror, he could see him; his face raised to the car's roof, eyes half opened. Time and again, he would blink, possibly still knocked out of breath from their visit to the school with the police.

It was there he knew. It was there he understood; this was when being an assistant came in, for slowly, he saw a grown man break into pieces he knew would be hard to pull back in.

Right there, on that field, the Boss, who had always been one to control his emotions, struggled for everything, including breath, and there, Noah had kicked every thought of what people would think and stayed by his side.

He asked the questions because Nico couldn't find his words, face buried into palms, muttering things he couldn't make out over and over again, and that there was no information, no witness who had spotted the kids being whisked away in a crowded environment