CHAPTER 12
SLEEP? THAT WAS all very well for Eduardo to say. I barely slept a wink that night. After a lengthy phone call to Nate where I updated him on the situation and found him as incredulous as me, I spent hours in my silver room tossing and turning.
Yes, silver.
After my flippant comment to Eduardo many years ago, he proudly showed me the room he’d redecorated just for me on my next visit. Everything was silver. Silver sheets, silver tiles in the bathroom, matt silver wardrobe with glossy silver accents. He’d even found a silver television. The room had been made-over several times since, usually when he had a change of wife, but the overwhelming theme was still f*****g silver. I’d tried so hard to pretend I loved it.
I was still blinking from the glare coming off the furnishings
