The first part of the 3.5 hour train ride back to Pisa was spent mostly in silence. They’d checked out of the hotel after their conversation, the bags were packed in a haste and they just got their tickets at the station without even bothering to check for the best connection, just taking the first train available that would bring them to the other side of the country.
“So… What’s the plan here, Aurora?” Sandra asked after the attendant distributed drinks and snacks. They were sitting in front of each other in the comfortable business class of the Frecciarossa, the high-speed train that would get them to Bologna, where they would have to change.
“I don’t know yet, but I really want to kick Leandro’s ass. I can’t believe he lied to me…” she opened her crackers, but ended up just putting
