Jason saw the newspapers at the breakfast table.
Giselle didn’t have the habit of subscribing to a newspaper, but after noticing that Jason seemed to enjoy reading them, she specifically walked to the newsstand at the corner to purchase them.
Jason looked at the enlarged and bolded font, at his own photo, at the increased 5% “City Approval Rating,” silently eating his breakfast.
A large portion of luncheon meat sandwich and hot milk.
The milk had sugar in it.
Beside the luncheon meat was a fried egg.
The slightly charred fried egg was just perfect with the crispy softness of the meat.
Throughout the entire breakfast, Jason didn’t say a single word.
With this in mind, Davide raised his hands and pushed open the police station’s main door—