Violetta
For two days, I tried frantically to call her back. I needed to know what she knew. I needed to know why she'd wanted me to run.
I needed her to know what Ferrara wanted me to do.
My call never went through.
It made sense. There were no phones deep in the mountains and definitely no phone service. However she'd made the call, it was clearly one way only.
I couldn't warn her.
Other than that, I worried. My knee and ankle were still swollen and bruised, but I was able to put more weight on it. As long as I moved carefully and wore pants, Ferrara wouldn't realize that I hadn't fully healed.
Charlie never returned. None of the employees did. It occurred to me that this was the last time I'd be here. For three years, Confections bar had been my home. If everything went to plan,
