I knew the second I walked into the condo something was wrong.
There was a certain tension in the air. An energy I wasn’t used to feeling, and I had to admit I was curious.
I knew nothing bad had happened from the reports I’d gotten from the driver and bodyguard I hired from Sigma International, Josef’s security firm, to protect my wife and son when I wasn’t there.
I knew I should probably ask Ellie if it was okay to call him that. My son. But since I was going to do it anyway, it was really a moot point.
Sammy greeted me with his usual enthusiastic squeal, followed by tackling my knees. He must have been snacking on something because his hands were liberally covered with a cheesy film, but I didn’t mind. Clothes could be cleaned.
“Careful! Sorry, his hands are dirty. He was having a snack,” Ellie said, and was about to rush over to take him from me, but I shook my head.
“It’s fine,” I said gently, stopping her in her tracks.