AMY'S POV

As soon as I finished eating, I hurried down the stairs - hoping Antonio at least, had time.

Time to spare.

“Is Antonio still home?”

“Yes, ma'am.” One of the workers answered. “He's in his office as we speak, ma'am.”

Office?

Why did he spend all day there?

I looked to my right and left, recalling what happened in the office where he was. Did I want to be there a second time? I asked myself, realizing at the same time that I had to be there. There was nothing I could do about it - this was more than important as I knew.

“Ma'am?”

“Yes?” I snapped...