Chapter 24

Chapter 24. Let’s start with how you broke my trust.

He threw the newspapers at my feet. “How the hell do you know my sister?”

And just like that everything I had thought of, every story, every reality, every truth disappeared. And my mind turned blank.

The axis of my world had tilted.

Fate, my dear, can be a tricky friend.

There were a thousand words I had thought of saying to Alex Bianchi when I would first see him. A hundred ways to frame the sentences and tens of ways to explain everything. But now sitting in front of him, on the 23rd floor in his B building, holding a cup of hot coffee – all I could think of was – What the bloody hell?

I started at the milk coffee, hot vapors dancing over my face, both my palms now numb to the heat from the mug. I was breathing steadily yet I felt the blood in my brains was vanishing.

Instead of giving Alex