She stood breathing angrily in the middle of her bedroom and then took her phone to the living room and sat on the edge of the sofa. She immediately called the number Alessandro had programmed into her phone months ago.
He answered on the first ring, sounding breathless. “Mackenna, what’s wrong.”
“How did Dulce get my number?” she couldn’t be bothered with pleasantries.
“I have no idea. Are you suggesting she called you?”
“Suggesting? No, I’m telling you. Why do you always ask me if I’m suggesting something when I’m telling you something!” she screamed at him through the tiny device.
“I’m sorry Mackenna, it’s only a turn of phrase, please take a breath and tell me what happened. Why are you so upset?” his voice was soft and soothing.
The desire to run to him and have him tell her eve
