Ricci
A hidden life or an open truth?
I lay in bed, still thinking of the discussion I had earlier with Mike. He'd suspected Sophia.
Did I?
There was no doubt that my wife was after my life, but this?
Why had I forgotten so much that Sophia had taken my phone the other night?
Why didn't I remember?
But I still had my doubts. Sophia would not have had access to such high-tech stuff.
Or did I just underestimate her?
As I was deep in thought, Sophia walked through the door, her lips parted, her face was covered partly with beads of sweat, and she held the tray of my herbal tea.
I waited till she'd done her small talk, had given me the tea, and was lying in my arms.
“Sophia,” I called. I realized I didn't want to ask her this because I was afraid that she was the one.
“Yeah…you nee
