We walked to the other side of the platform. Simon stayed by the equipment, out of our conversation but within sight whenever I turned. Luca noticed.
"He takes good care of you."
"We're happy together."
He nodded. His fingers moved in his pocket, and he took out a small box. Inside was the antique bracelet.
"It was meant for you."
I didn't take it.
"Give it back to your grandmother."
"She keeps asking about you."
"Please give her my best. I hope she's well."
Those calm answers seemed to disrupt whatever he'd prepared to say. The box stayed open in his palm for a long time before he closed it.
"We've found out the truth about Sophia. Most of the threats were arranged by her."
"I know."
"She's gone. She won't affect your life again."
"That's good."
Pain slowly filled his eyes.
