I almost told her. I almost said the words out loud. But then I backed off. She might not believe me, but she would believe Luca—or Enzo—if they told her. “Just ask,” I told her. “And then think about your decision not to help me. Either way, I don’t plan to be here tomorrow.” Sorrow filled me at losing this person who, I truly believed, would’ve become one of the best friends I’d ever had. “But I understand where you’re coming from, and I won’t blame you for it. So, all I’ll ask is that you don’t give me away.”

She didn’t respond, but I could tell by the look...