We drove for a long time. The only sound that interrupted the quiet was the restless tapping of my foot. I had no idea where we were going, and Matteo didn’t seem intent on enlightening me.
I checked my phone a few times to text Val and Amy, who both assured me that Alex was fine, then proceeded to send me a string of winking emojis and all the ways I could “have fun.”
Matteo started slowing down, and I glanced out the window in confusion. We were in your average, middle-class-looking neighborhood, parked in the driveway of one of those red-brick homes. There was a small white porch and a garage off to the side.
I gave Matteo a questioning look as we got out of his car, but he ignored it. In fact, he walked inside without a single glance in my direction, leaving the front door open be
