Chapter 57

• Leonardo's POV
• I sat in my room that evening with a glass of whiskey in my hand while I stared at the wall because the house felt too quiet and the day dragged along with no news from Bruno about Genna.
• I tried to work on papers but my mind stayed on her walking out the gate in the rain and the way she looked back once with eyes full of hurt. I took another sip, felt the burn in my throat, set the glass down because drinking more would not help.