I stare at the phone for a moment, unable to process what just happened. The call replays in my mind as I hand the phone back to Luca when he stretches his hand out, but I don’t say a word. I could ignore what she said and not meet her. I don’t know what she wants to talk about, but I have a feeling she knows everything. The thing is, if I ignore her, it’ll look like I’m guilty. And I’m not. At least, I’m trying to convince myself I’m not.
“What did she want?” Dell asks, pulling me from my thoughts. There’s concern etched in his voice.
“She wants to see me,” I say, my voice betraying my confusion.
Dell furrows his brows, matching my bewilderment.
“Why would she want that?”
“She wants us to talk.” Honestly, I’m scared, but I’m trying so hard not to show it.
“You know you can’t go, rig
