A few days had passed, and Victor and Damon found themselves meeting once again, this time at Victor's home.
They weren't alone. Joey sat with them, his leg bouncing nervously as he tried to mask the unease in his expression.
The reason for the gathering was clear: Joey's brother.
Damon leaned back in his chair, watching Victor closely. Something about his expression didn't sit right.
Victor's usual calm demeanor was replaced by a somber air, his gaze fixed on the papers spread across the table.
Damon's gut twisted. He didn't like what he was seeing.
"Victor," Damon began, his tone cautious, "what's going on? Did you find something?"
Joey's leg stopped bouncing, his attention snapping to Victor, who let out a long sigh before speaking.
Damon glanced at Joey, noticing how his friend seemed to brace himself, his thoughts likely spinning with every possible scenario.
