James.

“All is well, James,” Giovani said, looking over the list he made on his phone. He glanced up to give me a reassuring smile, but I wasn’t buying it.

Something was wrong. I reached up and ran my fingers through my hair, letting out a sigh.

“You’re sure? I have noticed a lot of odd going-ons lately,” I said. Giovani tilted his head as if confused by this. At the moment, we were sitting at our kitchen table in the ...