Sera
The café was tucked away in Little Italy, off a quiet side street, all dark wood and soft lights and cinnamon in the air.
I sat near the back, a scarf wrapped tightly around my shoulders, even though it wasn’t that cold. My nerves were doing enough of a job freezing me from the inside out.
I hadn’t slept much. The letters were all I could think about.
Diana arrived ten minutes later, hair piled into a messy bun, sunglasses perched on her head, and a curious frown on her lips.
“Okay, you’re officially freaking me out,” she said as she slid into the seat across from me. “What’s going on?”
I looked down into my untouched espresso, then back up at her.
“I went to see my father.”
Her brows lifted. “Seriously?”
I nodded. “He called while I was still in Russia and I promised I
