The waiting was suffocating. Every tick of the clock echoed louder in the silence of Nico’s house, and the constant pacing wasn’t helping. I couldn’t sit still for more than a second. My heart was racing, and my thoughts were spiraling—what if Marshall had set a trap? What if something went wrong?
I threw a glance at Vito, who was sitting calmly on the couch, flipping through channels as if we weren’t in the middle of a crisis. His calmness irritated me. How could he just sit there?
“Any news yet?” I asked again, for what felt like the hundredth time.
Vito didn’t even look up this time, just shook his head. “Nothing yet, Grace. Like I said before, we’ll know when there’s something to know.”
I could feel frustration bubbling up, my nerves frayed to the edge. "It’s been too long," I sna
