*Caterina*

“Are you alright?” Elio asked softly.

“Yeah.” I gave a slight nod and pried my eyes from Antonio to look at Elio. Part of me knew that deep down I was lying through my teeth. Of course, I wasn’t okay, but I wasn’t exactly going to ask to leave at this point.

“Do you remember the room on the second floor of that warehouse, the place where we had lunch that one time?”

“Yes,” I answered.

Suddenly, his voice grew ...