Davina's POV

You need to tell Carlotta.

I shook my head. “I can’t,” I whispered, unleashing the sob that had been hiding in my throat. “And I can’t be the only one who starts telling the truth. I can’t…I can’t be alone in this.”

He sighed with resignation. “I know what this is about. You want to know what Diego spoke to me about in the garden.”

“Apparently, neither one of you want to tell me what happened, so I’ll let that one go. But maybe you can answer another ...