I've Dreaded This
Vincent's POV We are nearly home, and the date couldn’t have gone better. It has been one of the few times that I can remember when there hasn’t been any tension between us. I’ve been checking my rearview mirror repeatedly to make sure Renzo is close by, but there is no need to worry, he is my shadow as always. The shrill ringtone shatters the illusion of peace. Chiara shrugs, indicating that she doesn’t recognise the number. “Hello” She says, with a curious tone, but a slightly exaggerated formality. Rapid shots of syllables spew from the other side of the call, but they are indecipherable to me. The change that can’t be ignored is the shaking of her knees, and the fear in her voice. “Yes, I understand. I’m sure you can appreciate that I will be seeking advice and support against
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