Chapter 45
- Genna's POV
- I made up my mind that evening while the sun went down behind the garden wall. The house had turned quiet because Denise played in her room with new dolls and Leonardo stayed in his study on a call.
- I sat on my bed with my knees pulled to my chest, the burner phone in my hand and Marco’s last message still glowing on the screen. “Midnight or Denise dies.”