Antonioni’s POV I didn’t expect to find Milo like that. Curled slightly forward, shoulders shaking, head buried in his hands like something inside him had broken loose. For a split second, my instincts sharpened.Danger. Loss. Bad news. “Milo?” I called, my voice already tightening. He didn’t answer. Bukky moved faster than meIhis time, stepping closer, crouching slightly. “Guy… what happened?” he asked, cautious, almost bracing. Milo dragged his hands down his face, exhaling hard. Then he laughed. A broken, breathless laugh. “I—” he started, then stopped, shaking his head. “I don’t even know how to say it…” I frowned. This wasn’t how men reacted to loss. This was something else. “Milo,” I said again, firmer this time. He looked up. And I saw it. Tears. Actual tears siare tting in his eyes. Not from pain. Not from grief. But something deeper. Something
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