-Hello, is that Jackson?
-Yes, who wants to?
-Alice, Michael's wife.
-Alice, Michael told me you were back, I couldn't go there to see you, I'm sorry.
-Okay, Jax, but I'd like to meet you. I need to sort out some things. Do you have free time?
-We can have lunch together tomorrow, what do you think?
-It's fine by me, but you can't talk to Michael that I contacted you, okay?
- Exactly what do you want, Mrs. Benacci.
-I'll explain everything at lunch. Send me a message with the address. Thank you, Jax.
I turned off my cell phone and sat on the edge of the bed. Michael was in the shower and I needed to find a way to lose him. The message appeared and I recorded the address. I already knew this restaurant and knew how to get there. I deleted the message and call history. I wa
