Unbound
“Oh, wait. It’s not yours. It’s Elio’s. Since he is the don and all.
I nod my head to myself, “There is no way a girl like me would know that.”
“It’s a mere coincidence. I am sure you eavesdrop—,”
“17.482913° N, 74.091627° E.”
I waited for his reaction. Nothing came. His face remained as unreadable as always.
Why isn’t he surprised or shocked or impressed?
I sighed.
“That’s the coordinates of your—,”
He took a step forward, completely closing the distance between us. “What do you know?”
Now, we are talking.
The air inside the room seemed to grow heavier.