Chapter 43 The Reveal

Leonardo I’d always been in control of my reactions, at least publicly. My father had driven any impulsive displays of emotion out of me since I was a child. In the words of Nicolas Ricci, emotion was weakness, and there was no room for weakness in the cutthroat world we lived in. What just occurred right now is not how I wanted it to go at all. Nova and Priscilla were not supposed to meet yet, or ever. As I stand on the driveway watching Nova's car leave after she successfully found her phone all I can think of is how this short meeting may have unleashed a lot of havoc.