Chapter 58 Storm After The Splash

Sophia The first thing I felt was the sting of cold water dripping down my chin. It wasn’t the heat. It wasn’t the weight of the babies shifting inside me or the way the sidewalk bricks pressed against my feet. It was the shock. The sheer disbelief that I’d just had a glass of water poured over my head in broad daylight—in front of the Ricci estate of all places.