C13 Chapter 12

GINEVRA, 25 YEARS OLD, MILAN.

“Fuck, no.” Her voice was as firm as the way she said it. “I know what the hell I saw.”

“Oh, shit.” I curse. “You’re sure it was him.”

“Yes, Ginne.” She sighs, her voice sounding lower than it did before.

I sigh for the fifth time during our conversation this afternoon and end the call after a few farewells that I wasn’t entirely focused on