Chapter 40

The intricate patterns on my bedroom ceiling blur as I lie there, lost in thoughts about where my life is headed. The fight with Rafael earlier felt different from all the others. I can’t believe we actually fought like that—given our situation, no less. And then that kiss… the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life, and of course, he had to ruin it.

I sigh heavily and roll off the silk sheets, heading for the door. Maybe mindless television can drown out the chaos in my head.

As I reach for the handle, I find Caroline poised to knock, her delicate features drawn with worry. We'd only returned to Mexico last night, Rafael practically racing us out of Sicily like demons were on his heels.

“Hello dear,” I offer her a gentle smile, trying to mask my own turmoil.

“Hi, Frankie.” She withdraws her hand, tucking it nervously against her flowered sundress.

“What can I do for you?” I step aside, welcoming her into my room. The television can wait.

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