Domenico
Chiara’s face was buried against my chest, her fingers fisted in my shirt as if, if she let go, I’d disappear.
Something definitely happened at the summit after she left, and I was going to find out what. This wasn’t the best time to ask her, so I just let her be.
I kept one arm around her waist and the other hand in her hair, stroking rhythmically until her sobs softened… then turned into quiet breathing.
She had cried herself to sleep on my chest.
“Abel,” I said quietly so as not to wake the sleeping beauty. “Change route. We’re not going back to the hotel.”
He paused. “The villa? I thought we were moving tomorrow?”
I glanced at Chiara, then turned to Abel through the rearview mirror. “I changed my mind.”
Abel nodded. “Alright then.”
I shut my eyes, then continued strok
