The moment she closed the bathroom door, Norah took a sigh of relief. Her uneasiness had nothing to do with Freddie’s text. It had everything to do with Leone, with what happened on the yacht, with the way she felt while sleeping next to him in the same bed.
She looked at her own reflection in the mirror and saw there another woman… someone she couldn’t recognize. In less than twenty-four hours, she changed so much. Those photos changed her life in so many ways, and the strangest thing was getting Leone’s attention. And not only that.
Norah turned on the water, then took off the few things she had on and entered the shower cabin. Funny how something as simple as a shower could become the most wonderful thing. Washing her hair, smoothing a soapy facecloth over her body...
It was almost like a mystical experience in a time of crisis.
She took her time, thinking of nothing as water rained down on her. Until… Until she started recallin
