LORENZO’S P.O.V.
I should have been more worried about the homeless man who was poking around the backseat of my car but I could barely even focus on him. There wasn’t anything valuable there, I knew the best he would find was maybe some loose change and snacks so I didn’t care much. My mind was on Isabella. Why did she come into town? Why didn’t she come to see me and why did she have to send someone to give me the letter?
There were so many questions, none of which I had the answers to and it infuriated me. She was making the game a lot harder than it needed to be and while I loved games, I wanted her. I slammed my fist against the steering wheel making everyone in the car turn to me. I could feel Matteo’s questioning eyes on me but I barely paid him any attention and instead glanced a
