Chapter 19. Viral Kind of Love

MYKAELA

"Why? Detectives? You ok?"

Sent

I stared at my phone screen until the words turned blurry. Darn it.

How long did police interrogations usually take in Florence? Was he still in Italy? Was he safe?

Standing outside the fitting room in the ladies' wear section, I bit on my lip, waiting for a new message to pop up while my mom tried on some blouses and dresses. I sighed. As my patience thinned, I kept swiping the unimportant notifications away from the screen.

The text was sent to Enzo's new number two and a half hours ago. Still no replies. No chats. No emails. Not a single update.

Fine. He must be stuck in the precinct. Answering questions. Talking to the detectives in a private room somewhere. Or Enzo could be busy with something else.

Was he still upset that it took me almost three days to reach out to him? Probably. Then I stupidly picked a fight with him over the phone.

But why did the detectives want to inspect his ph