Chapter 679
Raphael
“I’ve decided to spend some time in Philadelphia. I want to go there with my father… just for a few days.”
My attention narrowed until all I could hear was the echo of her words.
Philadelphia.
Her father.
For a few days.
The pieces came together with uncomfortable precision. The package, the photographs, the apartment.
She hadn’t come to me.
She hadn’t trusted me.
When something truly mattered to her, she hadn’t walked into my room. She hadn’t asked for my help. She had gone to Giovanni Toricelli.
Which meant there had never been a moment where she believed me. She still carried that doubt. She still believed that somewhere inside me was a man capable of murdering those girls because I killed Denise.
Otherwise…
Why ask him?
Why not me?
I would’ve moved heaven and earth to protect the people she cared about.
She knew that or maybe… she didn’t anymore. I looked at her across the table. She wouldn’t come to me with her fears anymore. She wouldn’t come to me with her plans anymore. She wouldn’t even tell me the truth.
But when she was drowning, when she needed someone to hold her. She came to me.
My body.
Not my mind.
Not my trust.
Not my heart.
Just…
Me.

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