Helsinki, Finland
India was half-pleased, half-annoyed by the message from Massimo. I see you, Verdi. I know guilt. But she couldn’t deny it pleased her.
Early morning, she’ll be flying to Seoul. She could hardly wait. She needed her buddy, her confidante, and damn it, she needed his arms around her. Nothing brought her peace like being in Sun’s sweet presence.
She wanted to find a gift for him, something Finnish and fun. She pulled on her heavy sweater and coat, then donned a wool hat snugged down over her hair, stuffing her long, thick strands under it. She completed the look with no makeup and thick, black-framed spectacles. No one could recognize her like this.
She walked into the city center, through crowds of early Christmas shoppers and lost herself in the shops. She forgot what
