Chapter 13
“There is no greater sorrow. Than to be mindful of the happy time. In misery.” Dante Alighieri
Emma was curious about the phone call, but I wasn’t ready to reveal details about my past, so I told her that I had to leave early to take care of another case. There was dried blood in my hair, and my skin felt sticky and dirty. At first, I went back to my flat and had a shower, the thought of the Keres’s dead corpse making my stomach quiver. I didn’t want to show up in the monastery looking indecent. It’s not like I cared about people’s opinions these days, but going back to the place where I grew up made me a little nervous.
Most of the paps had abandoned their post and left. I sneaked out upstairs using the back entrance. I’d had enough excitement for one day, and talking to who
