Chapter 31

• Rafaella had no idea how long she sat outside on the deck, but when she regained her focus, the sun was setting, her bare arms were covered in goosebumps, and her head pounded. She stood up on shaky legs and walked into the darkening kitchen, clutching the folder in her hands.
• The house was quiet, which wasn’t odd. Her father barely spent any time in the house, and she’d grown accustomed to being alone. She didn’t have any friends; she’d been homeschooled and tutored all her life; even her clothes were ordered online.
• She had never traveled before because everything she needed was right there in her father’s villa. One of his security men, Clark, had taught her how to shoot, something her father had insisted on. She’d never had a birthday party, and a nutritionist worked out her daily meals.