Chapter 237

I wasn’t sure what to expect when Emiliano finally opened the door. A knot of tension in my stomach unraveled at the sight of his familiar face, a face I’d worried might no longer reside here. That thought had gnawed at me the entire way over, each step echoing with the fear that he was gone. Now, standing in his foyer, with his unsettling gaze fixed unwaveringly on me, I felt a strange, creeping sense of anticlimax.