Whoever is out there knocks again.
At this point, my heart's in my throat and my skin is crawling. The house is so silent that all I can hear is my erratic breathing. Alessandro told me not to open the door for anyone, so I don't move. Yet the knocks are persistent. I think of the men he killed right in the living room. What if someone like them is out there, wanting to get in?
My anxiety doubles.
After a while, the knocking stops. I stay alert to hear any other noise, but there's absolutely silence. I sink into the mattress and take steady breaths. Now that the danger has passed, I contemplate sleep, but there's a lot on my mind. I don't understand Luigi's motives. Why would he want me there in the first place? I'm now convinced that I was probably being paranoid. No one knew who I wa
