y voice crack

re the hell are

didn't

kept d

e sound of my heart pounding in my chest. I kept my eyes on the window, watching

ally slowed

me-tall iron gates, rusted and

the seatbelt with trembling h

he

y

ngled whisper. 'Alessandro.

ound, and yanked open my door with too muc

t o

hy

aid, his voice low and controlled, though

y stretched around us, ancient and quiet, gravestones risin

ded corner. My eyes f

hairman Leonard Am

lilies. He arranged them at the base of the grave wit

d,' he murmured. 'I hope you'

as soft-ach

of whether to give him

ome alone. Or with Aldo, sometimes Fed

weight of his gaze

o to Mom

ed. This was so surrea

now what to say

Don't be disrespectful.

nside me. I didn't want to d

ward slowly,

whispered. 'I'm Antonia Amat

iefly. He stood beside me and spoke

. And Federico? He's still running from responsi

ged at his lips.

d. His eyes tur

lling right into the trap o

g exactly who he me

peak, a voice broke

er learn

ned s

d-tall, confident,

called out, his voice l

imson eyes that gleamed with mischief, and a casua

er ghosts again,' Federico said, sm

kled-and walked forward to greet

hell have

in this place,' Federico

es scanning me curiously. 'You look no

y about me?' I

e,' Federico grinned. 'But you...

took it, surprised by ho

ing one. I hope you can handle my brother. He ba

hing. It felt strange to

th

s voice cut

sound fun

rning to see hi

Don't start with the whole "I'm in control of

ilence, something flickered in his expression-a flicke

nt, I didn't s

a brok

o follow him, but Alessandro grabbed my arm gently-no

e said quietly. 'To mourn

he first time, I saw genuine

ight... I think I lost parts o

ange. But somethin

inking, my phone buzzed. I reache

ess

unknow

e dead rest? Antonia, some ghosts n

art s

thing-the warmth, the softness,

m was

just whispe