Five Years Buried — The Chamomile Confrontation

Dante turned to me. I know. You know because he looks like you? No.

Because when I looked at him, I felt like someone reached into my chest and squeezed my I looked away. Old Lina would have cried. Ava Hayes did not cry easily. Can we stay here tonight?

No. Yes. Theo looked between us. Are you two fighting because of me?

My heart broke. No, baby. Dante lowered himself beside me. We are fighting because grown-ups are stupid.

Theo nodded seriously. That sounds true. Latter, after Theo fell asleep, Dante found me in the kitchen. He handed me tea chamomile, my old favorite.

I did not take it. You remember too much. I forgot nothing. Did you remember Valentina standing in my apartment and calling it trash?

What? She gave me money, photos, bed photos. She told me you used me while hiding from your enemies. She showed you bed photos? Yes.

Fake! Convenient. Lena. I cut him off.

When I saw you hold her outside my building, your eyes were fine. You looked at her like she I was acting. For who? My brother's men.

Of course. Mafia men. Secret wars. Noble eyes. Very romantic.