Chapter 37 Bianca Wants To Come Home

• ELARA
• I sat across from Mateo at the long wooden table near the fireplace, sorting through paperwork while he read over shipment reports. The lamp beside him cast a warm golden light across his face, but it did nothing to soften the tiredness in his eyes. He looked exhausted lately. Not weak. Mateo would never allow himself to look weak. But there was something darker now. Something drained.
• A glass of whiskey rested near his hand. Half empty.