The next afternoon, I sat in my office watching the clock. 1:55 PM. Lorenzo would be here any minute.
I'd barely slept last night, my mind racing with questions. What did Lorenzo know about Maria? Why had he been at that press conference? And what was his connection to all of this?
A knock on my door made me jump.
"Come in."
Lorenzo stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him.
"Maliya." He sat in the chair across from my desk. "You said you needed to talk?"
I pulled out my phone and showed him the article about Isabella's sister. "I found this yesterday. You were there, at the press conference. I want to know what happened."
Lorenzo stared at the photo for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he leaned back in his chair and sighed.
"Maria disappeared and She was
