VILLA GRAVES — 4:34 p.m.
I’ve been in front of Alexander’s villa for several minutes, hesitating to go in. I finally get out of the car and walk toward the front door with a heavy step.
As I’m about to enter, I run into Mathieu. He storms toward me, eyebrows furrowed.
"Where the hell have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you for days! You can’t even bother to answer or call back! I know you’re busy trying to save your ass and run from your father, but you know I worry easily and you disappear without a trace! I thought you were dead—I thought they tore your head and teeth out so you couldn’t be identified! I thought you were—"
I don’t let him finish his hysterical rant and hug him tightly.
He seems surprised—it takes him a few seconds to return the hug. I rest my head against his c
