Lucy
Either I got everything wrong or Ravil is a really good gaslighter. He’s distant the next day although he still ensures all my needs are met, sending Valentina with my to-order breakfast.
He definitely made me feel like s**t for suggesting he had anything to do with the s*x trafficking. But he does know what it’s about. And apparently, so does Adrian.
I need to unravel the puzzle. I’ve scheduled the preliminary hearing for Adrian this week, so I’ll see him in court if not sooner.
To make matters worse, Gretchen calls and, feeling like I really need a friend, I pick up.
“Lucy! You’re on bed rest? Why didn’t you tell me? I’m flying out there tomorrow.”
Oh s**t.
“No, no, no, no. I’m fine. Who told you about the bedrest?”
“I called your office since you’ve been so hard to reach la
