/Riccardo's POV/
I've lost any ambition in Martin's case. As if I don't want the killer to be found. This, however, was noticed by Santiago. Being my best friend gave him the ability to read faces.
This evening, as Santiago and I sat in our favorite bar, the weight of Martin's actions weighed heavily on my mind. I couldn't bring myself to share the truth with Santiago, fearing that it would only add to the burden he already carried for me. But his perceptive nature wouldn't let it go unnoticed.
Santiago looked at me with concern in his eyes, his voice filled with genuine worry. "Riccardo, something's been bothering you lately. I can tell. Is everything alright?" he asked, his gaze unwavering.
