Valeria

I clenched my fists and looked at him. He was sitting in his wheelchair, wearing a plain black shirt and sweatpants. His hair was slightly messy, and his face was pale. He looked smaller somehow, but his eyes were still sharp.

He looked at me for a long moment before speaking. “What do you want, Valeria?”

I took a deep breath. “I wanted to see how you were doing.”

“You’ve seen it now,” Elena said quickly. “You can go.”

I ignored her. “I wanted to hear from you ...