As Oscar joined them on the floor, Charlie immediately handed him a toy truck. "Here, Dad! You be the driver, and I'll be the police car!" he said, eyes gleaming with excitement.
Luciana watched with a small smile, feeling the last traces of her awkwardness fade. Oscar seemed more relaxed too, his focus entirely on his son. He played along, driving the toy truck in circles around the small rug while Charlie chased after him with his police car, making exaggerated siren noises.
For a few moments, Luciana simply watched them, appreciating the sweet bond between father and son. She couldn't help but think how different Oscar was around Charlie—soft, patient, and full of quiet affection. Seeing him in this light made her realize how much she had misunderstood him. He's not at all what the rumors say. The thought struck her as she observed him playing, laughing when Charlie "caught" his truck. Maybe she had been too quick to judge him based on the past and the rumors that followed him.
