Milo stared at Salvatore. His mind was working overtime to process everything. He was still thinking about Ronald, but he was more curious about the wooden box.
"The box I found in the building?" Milo asked, his voice quiet.
Salvatore sat down on the long sofa. He gestured for Milo to sit across from him. Milo moved slowly. He sat on the edge of the cushion, being very careful not to wrinkle his new black trousers.
He was also mindful of the gold rings in his nipples. He didn't want the stiff fabric of the new white shirt to rub against the raw skin too harshly.
"I put that box there a long time ago," Salvatore said. He leaned back, his eyes fixed on the wooden container on the desk. "It holds the only photo I have of my parents. I know you might not care about that, but I want you to understand that what you found means a great deal to me."
Salvatore looked back at Milo. "So, tell me. Do you want something in return? I'll give you a reward."
