Chapter 29: Shadows of Enemies

Noah’s

It had been a month since my father sold me to Enzo, a month since I last saw his face—his tired eyes, his shaky hands signing me away to clear his debts. I sat in the classroom, the low hum of voices around me fading as I stared at my desk, wondering if he was okay, if he ever thought about me now.

Was he still drinking? Gambling? Or was he simply glad to be rid of me? The thought twisted my stomach painfully, and I hunched over, trying to ...