Adrian sat on the bench with a heavy sigh, burying his face in his hands. Just earlier, he had arrived looking put together, maybe even happy. Now, he looked utterly broken. His curly hair was a mess, his clothes slightly wrinkled, and his eyes were swollen and red, like he had been crying non-stop since the moment he saw his father's body.
Adeline reached out, her hand resting gently on his shoulder blade. "I'm really sorry."
"Just when I finally decided to come and talk to my father… this had to happen." His voice was hoarse and tired. "I wasted so much time avoiding him… And now, I'll never get another chance."
There was nothing Adeline or Enzo could say to fix that. Some losses just couldn't be softened with words.
After a long pause, Adrian finally lifted his head and turned towards them, his tired gaze meeting theirs. "Did you two know my father?"
Adeline and Enzo shook their heads at the same time.