Anna POV
At the time, I didn't understand what the nun meant by those words.
Now, repeating the same act in front of Giovanni as he watches me with a cold, analytical gaze, I understand.
I thought he'd look away like the nun did, but he doesn't.
I break first, the intensity of his gaze and feeling of exposure becoming too much.
I rush to cover myself by pulling on the clothes given to me, an awkward task on account of my injuries. As I dress, I mutter, “Shameless.”
If Giovanni has another bit of mockery to throw at me, I don't get to hear it. Instead, there's a sharp knock at the door, and a group of men wearing dark clothes and sunglasses enter. Giovanni's men, or his father's, I suppose.
With a nod from Giovanni, the men escort me through the hospital to the lobby, where a blac
