Fernando's POVThe night felt colder than before, or maybe it was just me, especially after everything that had happened since the sky turned dark.The streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement as my men moved around the scene, speaking into radios and handling the aftermath of the confrontation.They removed the dead bodies of those bastards who thought they could mess with the heir of the Ramirez family empire. As they worked, I barely paid attention. My focus remained entirely on Henry.He stood a few feet away from me, frozen in place, the plastic snack bag hung loosely from one hand.His face had gone pale, his eyes looked distant and I hated seeing him like that.For years I had imagined what it would be like to have my son back in my life. I had imagined conversations, arguments, awkward reunions, maybe even resentment but I had never imagined this.I exhaled slowly."Henry."He didn't answer immediately. His eyes remained fixed on the ground."Henry" I called again.
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