Chapter 52

• Olivia Fernandes
• "What are you thinking?" I asked, unable to wait for him to say something.
• Dante walked from the counter to the living room, passing behind the white sofa, dragging his fingers across the blanket that covered part of the upholstery. He turned, facing the large window, the only one in the room that was divided between an open-plan kitchen and a living room, observing the lights outside as if they were the most interesting attraction possible.