Chris left not long after, his thoughts in a tangle.He stood outside Adriana's building for a long while, smoking his way through three or four cigarettes.Francesco had simply folded himself into their lives, and all of it, every bit of it, had Adriana's silent blessing.That was exactly why it felt like a dull blade was slowly sawing through his chest.The truth was, he didn't even have the right to be angry.Back at the Slater estate, Dean was playing a game of chess with Edward. Father and son sat across the board from each other, barely speaking, nothing but the crisp clack of pieces landing on wood, over and over.Seeing Chris walk in, Edward looked up and greeted him timidly. "Uncle Chris."Chris looked at the boy, feelings hard to untangle.He'd once doted on Edward like his own son. Later, everything had fallen apart.These days he couldn't say he was fond of the boy, exactly, but he couldn't quite bring himself to dislike him either.After all, Slater blood ran in
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