Capone!
Even though they had never truly met, he instantly recognized that the man in front of him was Capone.
His instinct was to step forward and protect Sophia, but it was too late. Capone stepped between them, pushing him away, keeping a great distance.
It seemed like just a step away, but in that moment, it felt like crossing a thousand mountains. For a fleeting second, Roger felt like he would never see Sophia again.
"I'm sorry I'm late!" Capone's tone was slow and calm, a simple sentence that didn't sound like an apology, nor like comfort—it was as if he was simply stating a fact.
Around them, there was chaos, but neither he nor Sophia could see or hear it. The world seemed to be reduced to the distance between him and her as he stood by her side.