#Chapter 178 - Slip

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 with questions, each one coming after the another, almost rapid-fire. I start to frown a little as he almost quizzes me on my life, wondering what this is about, what he’s getting from this. Beca