The lights in Lorenzo’s room were off, from the fancy lights to the chandelier and even the smaller lamps, making the entire space extremely dark even though it was daytime. Only a faint reflection from the window, which was never closed, allowed a thin ray of light to slip inside.
I stood at the door, peeking through the small opening because it was slightly ajar. The person inside was busy scattering and searching through Lorenzo’s files like he owned them. Lorenzo had locked that drawer with a key. Ever since I had stayed in his room, I had never seen him open that drawer even once.
And now this person in his room had opened it and was searching vigorously through the files, flipping each document with alarming urgency.
A cold shiver ran through my spine. I summoned courage. I needed
