Dylan Young shrugged: "It's nothing, I was just purely curious. If Mayor Davis doesn't want to answer, that's fine..."
Dylan Young's eyes were fixed on Anthony Davis's eyes, and he didn't even notice that he was gripping the breakfast bag a bit too tightly.
The car in front was slowly moving, one standing outside and the other sitting inside the car, looking at each other. The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, the surrounding noise seemed out of place, and even the Secretary sensed something was off between them. He dared not speak, trying to minimize his presence.
Just when Dylan Young thought Anthony Davis wouldn't answer, he said, "I did!"
"What?"
Anthony Davis's eyelids drooped slightly, and his voice became deep: "I had a younger sister, but... she died in a fire many years ago."
Dylan Young's heart skipped a beat, and countless thoughts flashed quickly through his brain.
He quickly said: "I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, it happened many years ago."
