Reclaiming My Path
Instead, I would be the Moretti heir, capable of protecting myself.
The phone screen went dark, and the room was so quiet that I could hear my own breathing.
I closed my eyes and whispered to myself, “Tomorrow, everything will be okay.”
The person in the black coat—would he be the light leading me out of the mire? I didn’t know, but I was willing to wait and find out.