Emma
I can't sleep; I know I should, but the beat of my heart has changed; it's painful. Uneven. Luca walked out with half of it when he left with his team. So here I sit in our bedroom where he left me.
I know the importance of ensuring a message is sent, but surely, they have hitmen who could carry out this formidable task.
I grab the book on the bedside table and read it all night.
The bedside light lets me see the words on the pages, and I devour over thirty chapters before the sun comes up.
Is he there yet?
Has he set up his sniper to kill the man who tried to kill his father?
Does he have someone on the inside to give him intel on the target's whereabouts, movements, and routines?
Or will he make it more personal, merely intersecting the man to show him who decided to kill h
