Chapter 81

• Alessia
• I crouched down the wardrobe staring at something. The jewelry box I hadn’t opened in years. Not since I stuffed it into the back of the storage unit two cities away from the fake life I lived. Its edges were scratched. The velvet inside smelled faintly of the old cologne my father used to wear. I hated how the scent still clung, pulling me back into the memory I had fought to forget l.
• I’d come here for a rest, I will be in Vegas for some days. I felt the need to, I had told Marco I needed a little vacation. Something that would explain why a man like Marco could leave me so full of love and so full of suspicion at the same time.