I sit down in the chair furthest away from him with a loud thud. “Well, I would have been here soon if someone hadn’t whisked Valeria away. Care to explain where she is?”

His eyes drop to the table as his fingers skirt around the paper in front of him. He knows something and the guilty expression plastered on his face screams he has something to do with this. “Such a sad situation. I heard she passed away by her own hand. Sadly, no one would have ever thought she’d do such a ...