The silence in the mansion was deafening. After pacing my room endlessly, I finally made my way to the parlor, hoping the change in scenery would calm my nerves.
It didn’t.
I sat on the plush sofa, clutching my knees to my chest as my thoughts spiraled.
Sofia.
Alessio.
Luciana’s threat.
It was all too much.
I glanced at the antique clock on the mantle. The hands ticked steadily, mocking my impatience.
How long could it take for someone to give me an update? I felt powerless, trapped in this house without any connection to the outside world.
What I needed was a phone.
The realization hit me like a brick.
How was I supposed to reach Alessio or anyone else if something went wrong again? Sofia had once joked that Alessio had put restrictions on me “for my own safety,” but now i
