Chiara
I could swear I forgot how to breathe at the sight of that text. I quickly unlocked my phone, trying to identify the sender. Unfortunately, it was a private number.
Why would anyone send me texts like this? Widow? No, this had to be a mistake.
“Ma’am, ma’am.” I heard a guard call, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I lifted my gaze from the phone and looked forward. He already had the back door open for me. Instead of getting into the car, I turned and began rushing back to Domenico.
I wasn’t sure about the text, but I had to tell Domenico. This wasn’t just any random message—this was a threat, a death threat. And if it was really meant for me, then Domenico’s life was on the line.
As I ran, my phone kept ringing, the private number calling again and again. I didn’t bother answer
