"Milo?" Salvatore asked, his voice growing stern.
Milo began to panic. His hands were shaking at his sides. "I... I have it... but Fredo has it right now. He needed it to open a chest. He said you told him..."
Salvatore's expression went blank. "So, you gave the key to him?"
Milo nodded slowly, smiling nervously, his chin trembling slightly.
Salvatore let out a long, heavy sigh. He rubbed his temples. "Didn't I tell you to keep it? I told you that no matter what happened, you were not to give it to anyone. Not even to me."
"But..."
"You can't handle a simple task?" Salvatore asked.
His voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with a disappointment that hurt more than a shout.
Milo felt his heart pounding. He felt like a total failure.
"Repeat what I told you this morning," Salvatore commanded.
"To... to keep it," Milo whispered.
"To keep it, even from myself. Right?"
Milo nodded. "I'm sorry..."
