-- Alexander --

The email I just read had knocked the air out of me.

Grizelda had invited me to lunch. I pinched myself and yes I wasn't dreaming.

Initially, I thought it was some kind of mistake or some trap of sorts but the words were clear and left no room for errors.

'Alexander, We need to talk. I'll meet you at Pellegrino's at noon, tomorrow. I'm sure you still remember where it is.'

The message was short, calm, and contained no hostility. It left me stunned. I sighed deeply.

Grizelda wanted to talk to me? After all the years of silence and distance, she was willing to sit...