Chapter 17 This Is Why I Can't Trust You

Alessio knocked on the door. Once. Twice. Then stepped back. I stood beside him, my heartbeat steady but alert. From inside, I heard muffled voices, a child laughing. My stomach twisted. The door cracked open. A man in his late forties peeked out, thick glasses perched on his nose. His expression shifted from polite curiosity to sheer panic the moment he saw Alessio. "Dios mío..." He tried to slam the door shut.