Chapter 127

The car carrying Giselle stopped in front of her house in the late afternoon. The sky looked overcast, though no rain had fallen yet. She stepped out slowly, her movements heavy, as if a weight had been pressing on her chest since she left the De Santos mansion. Throughout the journey, her thoughts had circled around the same thing.

Billy.

Inside the house, silence greeted her. There was no sound except the ticking of the wall clock in the living room. Giselle placed her bag on the sofa and walked toward the small table near the door. Her eyes immediately fell on a white envelope lying neatly there....