Antonio’s POV
I hadn’t heard from Laura in days. The silence gnawed at me, an unfamiliar sensation that I didn’t know how to deal with. I wasn’t used to waiting. I wasn’t used to uncertainty. In my world, everything was a calculated move, every action controlled and deliberate.
But with Laura, nothing was predictable.
I had told her to take her time, and I meant it. But that didn’t mean I liked it. Every day that passed without a word from her felt like a loss of control, and I hated it. I found myself checking my phone more often than I cared to admit, waiting for her to reach out.
Marco had been keeping tabs on her, of course. She hadn’t left the house much, hadn’t seen anyone. Except for today. Today, someone had paid her a visit.
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the report in
