The tension in the estate the morning after was sharp enough to slice through a coconut. There were hushed whispers and daggering stares directed at no one in particular.
Everyone was a suspect, nobody knew who to point a finger at.
All I wanted to do was get out of the house and see Matteo. If there was anyone who’d joke about the unfortunate turn of events, it was him. Although, I wasn’t so confident about his clowning abilities right now, seeing as he was laying in a hospital bed, alone.
Roman ordered Luca to give me a ride, since he wasn’t really sure who to trust. More than anyone, the situation was weighing him down the most. He didn’t want to believe it, but the evidence was clear.
Someone was out to get him.
I stepped out of the car, the wind hitting my face as I made my way
