*Caterina*
I got off the phone with Elio both excited and scared of what he might say. It had to be big if he didn’t want to discuss it over the phone, but it could be anything. Maybe they had located Antonio and were ready to kill him, I thought, or he’d already been killed. I wouldn’t be the happiest about that, but I wouldn’t complain so long as he was dead for good.
Or maybe he had escaped Italy and they lost track of him entirely. Then we’d have to start the whole search over.
Restless and anxious, I paced the living room floor, staring at my phone and then the door as I waited for him to get home. Endless possibilities of what was so urgent filled my head, and each one was worse than the last.
