INICIAR SESIÓNI ended the call. The phone had left an imprint on my palm.◇We saw the police car from across the street.It was a low office building with gray walls. My father's company's black car and a white van were parked outside. Bianchi stopped beside a convenience store without crossing the road. I opened my door before he'd turned off the engine."Ms. Sera."I stepped onto the sidewalk but didn't approach the building. Two officers entered the lobby. Renato came out soon after, a file tucked under his arm. He gestured toward the parking lot as he explained something to the police.His movements looked so ordinary, like a man telling lost visitors where to park.Belli emerged much later.He hadn't managed to put one sleeve of his coat on. He held the collar with his left hand. From this distance, I couldn't tell whether hi
Matteo looked at me."What are you talking about?""Traveling. What I said over breakfast at your house."His expression softened a little. I knew he remembered that morning."I would have been fine.""As long as you liked the date I came back?"He took a moment to answer. Into that brief pause came all the questions I hadn't asked at the time."Sera, anyone would be upset if their fiancée didn't come back for months—""We weren't even engaged yet."He stopped speaking.I shifted the bag of bread to my other hand. I didn't want to deny the night we'd spent together. I'd wanted him then, and I'd liked being wanted by him. But I had let the conditions attached afterward slip past unread under the word *love*."If Clara suffers any consequences,
"What about the file from before you erased it?"Belli opened a folder at the top of the screen. Several files bore the same date. *Draft. Revised. Issued.* Between those three words lay what I was permitted to know.He opened the draft.*Condition explained to guardian Vito. Interview with patient to follow.*I read the sentence twice. I'd never spoken to Moretti alone after coming back from the villa. Father had told me I'd be all right, that I'd simply fallen and been shaken. Even when something felt wrong with my body, everyone behaved as though I'd already been told what happened."Did you check whether anyone explained it to me afterward?"Belli shook his head."I followed the revision request.""If I say nobody explained it, who's going to look like the liar?"He opened his mouth, then clos
I bit the inside of my cheek. I'd thought Ethan hadn't believed my words back then. But he hadn't immediately believed I'd sent the cancellation message, either.I scrolled down. The conversation broke off for a while. The date jumped forward several weeks, to the early hours after the four men had sat at our dining table. The evening before, I'd told Andrea I was afraid.Andrea had contacted his brother again. He wrote that I hadn't managed to leave this time either, but he couldn't abandon me there.Ethan's answer was beneath it.*Stop checking on her. You don't have to die for a woman who has no intention of leaving that house.*I put the phone down on the table.The word *woman* hurt more than reading my name. On the night at the villa, Ethan hadn't met me yet. But the morning after that dinner was different. He'd already handed me his card the previous e
Matteo's secretary sat down only after looking at my hand, bare of the engagement ring."I'm not here to discuss the wedding."She said it before anything else. We were in Bianchi's office. Afternoon sunlight came through the blinds, and the recording time was advancing on a phone set at one end of the desk. She had been the one to ask that her words be recorded.Her name was Clara. At every party held at Matteo's house, she checked the guests' names and arrival times. I always handed her my coat. I'd never once asked when she got to go home, even while I took my time deciding which wine to drink.Clara turned her laptop toward us."This is exactly how I received it. The attachment alone doesn't show the sequence, so I brought the emails too."My father's company's legal department address was on the screen. Two men had been excluded and two required further
"I'll be the one to contact you first."The instant I said it, the distance between us became real. Ethan didn't approach again. When I opened the door, the hotel manager who'd been standing in the corridor stepped aside. I greeted her and went to the elevators.As I pressed the button, I thought Ethan might follow me out.He didn't.When the doors closed, the pain was so sharp that I gripped my bag strap. I was the one who'd told him not to stop me. Even so, it was difficult to accept that I could want two opposite things at once.◇Back at the hotel, I extended my stay.The receptionist said that if I intended to stay longer, I could move to a room with a small kitchenette. I asked the price, opened my calculator, and wrote down what I had left for living expenses. Losing my company salary wouldn't leave me with nowhere to go immediatel







