Luca's POV
The silence on the phone was worse than anything she could have said.
"How briefly," she repeated.
"Three months. Before I met you." I was already moving toward the car. "It was over before you and I started. Completely over."
"Did she know that?"
The question landed with precision.
"I thought she did," I said. "We ended up mutually together. No conflict, no unresolved conversation. She seemed fine."
"She seemed fine," Maya repeated. Not mockingly. Just carefully, the way you repeat something to make sure you heard it correctly.
"I was twenty-eight, and I was bad at reading people I wasn't in love with." I got in the car. "That's not an excuse. It's just what was true."
"She sold your location to a crime family because you moved on."
"Apparently."
"And she's still in
