C9 Nine

"I'm sorry for your loss." I whispered with sincerity.

"Thank you." He replied. There was a crack in his voice. As much as I hated to acknowledge it, I could hear the heartbreak in his voice. It was the voice of a broken man, a grieving father.

"What happened to him?" I asked. It was such a personal question, one I wasn't even sure if I wanted to know the answer to. However