“Isabella?”
He had answered almost immediately…panicked and breathless. Luca sounded like someone who had been running. Or even shouting. Or both.
“Thank God,” he said. “I’ve been calling you nonstop.”
“I know,” she replied calmly. “I saw the missed calls.”
“You saw them?” He asked in a confused tone. “Isabella, where the hell have you been? I…I arrived at the house and…”
He stopped himself, clearly trying to pull himself together. She could hear his breath shaking.
“Luca, calm down…”
“No,” he snapped, not really out of anger, but because he was actually scared and worried. “I can’t calm down. When we arrived, all we met were a few detectives and your staff crying everywhere. A…and the smoke… the debris…” He sighed heavily. “They said you had gone to the police station, so I rushed
