ORTENSIA POV
I sit in the living room, my phone in my hand, staring at Vito's name displayinhbon the screen. My thumb hovers over the call button, but I can't press it. I just keep staring, like the phone might give me the words I don't have. "What would I even say"
My chest feels heavy. I think of texting, maybe something short, something that doesn't sound like I care too much. But even that feels wrong. Every word I imagine sounds stupid, every emoji feels like a mistake.
I remember the way he looked when he said those words. That look in his eyes... it wasn't like him. It wasn't Vito the killer, the boss, the man who dragged me into his world. It was something else. And that's what messes with me. That's what won't leave my head.
I sigh and put the phone down. I can't do
