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She steps inside. The door clicks shut.
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Two days of silence.
Adriana scheduled an appointment with me today to talk about the amendment.
My wife fucking scheduled an appointment.
She leaves every morning without a glance. Textbook in hand. Guard in tow. Gone. And when she comes back? Straight to her room like I don’t exist.
I pinch the bridge of my nose.
Silence.
Fucking silence grates at me. Everyone is ignoring me at this point.
My wife.
My brother.
My consigliere—who hasn’t picked up the phone since before Vasilisa’s attack.
Vasilisa.
My only ally left, probably because Santo hasn’t told her about what he thinks I did. When he does… we’ll see how far her kindness really goes.
My phone buzzes.
Speak of the tiny angel.
A text:
‘Let me up, please.’
Another buzz. The elevator asks for access. I grant it.
A moment later the doors slide open and there she is—my cognata. All blonde waves and big blue eyes, in a baby blue coat that that clings to her petite frame. She looks like a porcelain doll who’s stepped out of a snow globe, too gentle for this world.
But I know better.
That girl is a fighter.
“I ran away from Luca,” she blurts out, eyes wide, breathless.
“You what?”
“Luca. I ran away from him. So I have maybe five minutes until he realizes I’m not in the café bathroom, and another five when he realizes I’m here.”
She brushes past me like she owns the place.
“We need to talk.”
She plops onto the couch, looking up at me with the eyes she gives Santo when she wants leniency.
I exhale, dragging a hand down my face.
I shoot a text to Luca and put my phone down.
