ANNA

The next morning, after Enzo left me at home, my thoughts raced like an avalanche in my troubled mind. I didn’t understand Paolo’s threats. I didn’t understand his role other than being Enzo’s agent. But I’ll have to talk to Emily. Maybe she can give me some advice, whatever it may be. I needed Emily’s friendly advice.

“Good morning, girl,” she greeted me, smiling with a large cup of coffee in front of her and another one already waiting for me.

“Good ...