I frown at Elio as he watches me drink, not understanding his change in expression. But it’s soon wiped away as he heaves a little sigh, studying me.
“So,” he says, casual. “You knew our little Cristian growing up, did you?”
“Yes,” I say, holding my mug tight in my hands, wondering where the trap in this conversation is.
“And what was he like?”
“He was…the best,” I say quietly, honest but not willing to get into a lot of detail. “He was really close with me, and also with my brother.”
“Oh, so you have a brother, then,” Elio says, his eyebrows going up. “And where is he?”
I hesitate, anxious again, taking another deep sip of the coffee, not wanting to give any details. “He works in the city,” I say quietly with another little shrug.
“And what does he do?”
Elio keeps pestering me wit
