Domenico
“Hey, hey! Snap out of it.” I waved my palm in front of Chiara’s face.
We had already arrived in Chicago and had just reached our hotel, but Chiara seemed lost in thought.
She flinched, her eyes wandering around before she regained her composure.
“Is there a problem?” she asked, smiling at me, a smile I could tell was fake.
“Nope. But we’ve arrived at the hotel. I’ve been calling you, but you were… lost in a different world,” I mumbled. “Are you stressed?”
“Of course not. I just feel sleepy.” She gave another fake smile.
I nodded, pretending to buy her lie.
She had been acting weird and distant lately — not responding to my taunts or anything I said, always putting up that fake smile. Something was definitely going on with her, but she was hiding it.
She had come to my of
