Lucy
“I’m sorry, kid.” Armando began to apologize as soon as we stepped feet into the house.
It had been a long night and while I hadn't been prepared for an ambush, the drive had been smooth and silent. Mostly silent.
“It’s nothing.” His tone was too low to be perfectly heard but also too sad to be ignored.
Armando went to him and I stood a few feet to watch. There were few men standing guard around the mansion.
“I know how much that place meant to you and I know the time you have put into making it yours. I promise to get you another place to make yours, though I have a place for you here and you’re always welcome to stay for as long as you want to.” Armando was good with this kid.
“My months of hard work. All gone.” He was on the verge of tears but I liked the anger to the sadness
