There is too much darkness here—thick, suffocating darkness powerful enough to swallow every beam of light.
And it lives inside both of us.
The drive toward central Sicily passes in silence, Bruno blending perfectly into the city like an ordinary man, proving how easily monsters walk among us wearing their finest masks.
We arrive at the jewelry store, and he follows the usual protocol, waiting outside while I ask for my usual earrings.
“Hello, my dear.”
“Ciao, Luce.”
“Did you get the information?”
“First, where is Elinor?” I demand, because I have heard nothing for far too long from the only person I ever truly trusted.
“Your mentor taught you patience, I’m sure.”
“She did. I simply choose not to use it right now. I want news about her. You all appeared in my life, but nobody expl
