CHAPTER 26

VINCENZO

I jolted awake when I heard the ringing tone of my phone, a sound that was only associated with my family. It could only be my mother, father, or sisters, or perhaps the janitors who worked with us. I quickly stood up and reached for the phone, answering the call. I yawned, trying to wipe the sleep from my eyes. Since the heavy downpour started, I had been asleep; the shoot had been quite stressful.

“How could you?” My sister's cold voice vibrated through the speakers of the phone.

Her tone was icy, and I could feel her rage from a mile away. I froze, a chill...