Salvatore
There have been some issues with one of the construction projects, so when I return to the penthouse, it’s already nine in the evening. I thought I’d be agitated by not knowing what Milene was doing during the day, but having her in my home made it easier. As I pass by the kitchen, I nod to Ada, who’s taking dishes out of the dishwasher, and head into my bedroom to have a shower.
When I exit my bedroom half an hour later, Ada’s putting on her coat, readying to leave.
“Where is she?” I ask.
“In her room. She hasn’t come out since you left, Mr. Ajello.”
“Did you take her lunch?”
“Yes, but when I went in again to bring her the litter tray for the cat that she had asked for, the plate was sitting on her nightstand, untouched,” Ada says. “I took her dinner at seven, but she didn
