We get to a new place.
I assumed we would be going back to his house, but I was wrong. Alessandro parks the car in front of a small apartment building. He takes the suitcase out of the car and drags it inside. I walk a short distance behind him. He's in one of those dark moods again, I'm not 100% sure why.
After he threw the present Lorenzo gave me, we rode in absolute silence. I was seething—of course I was. He had no right to act so irrationally and throw away something that was mine. And him asking whether I was having s*x with Lorenzo was grotesquely out of line. I was there a week, what made him assume that I would do such a thing? He must have a very low opinion of me and that hurts, I won't lie to myself. It shouldn't, but it does.
A few men at the reception greet him. They do
