Call me 'father'
On the following day, the sky loomed with thick, dark clouds, hinting at an impending rainstorm as a cool breeze swept through the autumn air. The vibrant oranges and reds of the trees lining the road were dulled under the gloomy sky, and the distant rustle of leaves filled the quiet.
The chill of fall crept in, blending with the smell of approaching rain. Inside the car, Knox stared out the window, while Azrael sat beside him, the silence between them weighed down by what remained unsaid.
The car ride back to the Horace mansion was unusually quiet.
Knox sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, his thoughts swirling with confusion and concern. The autumn landscape blurred past, but Knox's mind was elsewhere. Beside him, Azrael was also deep in thought, seated in the back, hands clasped in his lap.
Roy, ever the reliable bodyguard and driver, remained focused on the road ahead.