CHARLOTTE

I dropped the phone on the bed and started pacing around the room, thinking about the possibility that Thiago would’ve gone to Milan, but that didn’t make any sense. Why would he go there? How did he find his way to the estate, and what did he want? I had so many questions, and none of the answers I could come up with made any sense. I heard my phone ring, stopped walking, and picked it up.

“Signora? Are you alright?” Maria said, and I let out a short laugh.

“I’m not sure. I’m sorry I hung up so quickly. I’m confused...” I started to say and paused as...