ELENA

"Hello, Thiago," I said, trying to steady my voice as he came out of the shadows. My heart beat against my chest with every step he took, and the closer he got, the less sure I was that I'd be able to maintain my composure. "Why are you here?"

"What? Milan is like home to me too. I can't come over to see my family and friends for a bit?" he said with a crooked smile as he walked toward me.

We were standing in the middle of an abandoned warehouse with high windows and no wind beating against the sheets, yet I felt a cold shiver shoot up...