Chiara
“Oh God, Chiara, what have you done again?” I hissed, leaning against the wall as soon as I was out of sight.
I couldn’t help but wonder what Domenico wanted to talk about. He looked way too serious. He didn’t find out, did he? No. He wouldn’t. I’d been really careful not to give anything away.
I knew he was starting to suspect something was wrong, but I had to make sure we weren’t being watched before I said anything. Whoever was sending those texts seemed dangerous, and I couldn’t get on his bad side.
I sighed, rubbing my sweaty palms against my dress.
Wait. Something was missing.
I jerked upright, my eyes scanning around.
I gasped. “s**t! My phone! Don’t tell me I left it with Domenico. No, no…” I dashed out, heading for the living room. I hadn’t put a password on my phone
