I paced around the penthouse with my mind all over the place. I hadn’t slept at all last night, turning and twisting in the bed, waiting for Constantino to come back to me so I could apologize for hesitating.
Sure, I’d spent my nights without him while he was at work, but this had been different. When he left me last night, he looked so heartbroken and hurt that I had paused for even a moment. I would always choose him, but he hadn’t believed me.
My stomach twisted, and I glanced at the front door. Waiting.
Not for him, but for Bethany. I had asked her to come over to talk, but really …
My gaze drifted to my gun that sat on the counter, the early morning sunlight glimmering against the metal handle. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to do it. I’d never killed anyone in my entire life.
