AMY POV

I couldn't shake it off.

The whole conversation with Ravenna sat wrong in my chest, the way certain things do when something underneath them doesn't quite match what's being said on the surface. It wasn't the photo itself that bothered me - people had pasts, I understood that better than most. It was her. The way she lingered too long by the bench. The way her hands moved a little too fast when I asked why she was telling me at all.

I made up my mind before I even reached the stairs.

Antonio's office door was open when I got there, the way it usually was during...