He pushed his laptop aside and strode back into the room like a thunderclap.
“What now?” she asked , keeping her voice steady as she sat up on the edge of the bed.
He pulled a stool over and climbed up to check the camera.
When he pressed his finger onto the camera lens, it met something sticky and elastic. Chewing gum. He tried to pluck it off, but it was completely stuck, and the lens was ruined. He jumped down from the stool, roaring like a hungry lion.
She pouted and began crawling backward, trying to get off the bed and then out of the room.
Before she could jump up, he pinned her leg to the bed with a tight grip and pulled her toward him by the ankle.
“Vin… Vincenzo,” she stammered.
“Who did this?” His voice filled the room and pressed at the walls.
‘Don’t panic. Don’t give
