“It’s not too late to run away.” Emilio laughed at his own joke, but it didn’t get through to me. It was Siena’s weekly visit at the Lamberti estate, and because Matteo did not want to let me go alone, Emilio joined me this time.
I was trying to keep it together, but I couldn’t. I was still terrified and confused about why a man who was supposed to be dead was supposedly alive and did not know to process it. I had not closed a single eye and was terrified for my life.
My bedroom light remained on last night, and I literally ran to the bathroom with my eyes closed. That was how terrified I was, and the worst thing was that I had no one to talk to, other than Christian and Marc, who also did not have a solid explanation.
“Hello, is anyone in there?” Emilio joked and grabbed Milo’s hand to hold it against my head. “Huh, yes?” I spoke. “I’m so sorry. I was just thinking.”
