THE STAGE OF LIFE

**POV Enrico**

It was pure instinct: I lunged at the little viper, snatched the phone from her hand, hurled it to the floor, and crushed it under my heel. That was enough to leave both of them staring at me, frozen, speechless. They clearly hadn’t expected me to react like that. But the years I’d spent stepping into Fred’s shoes had taught me a few things. One of them was to rip anything dangerous—especially unauthorized photos—from the hands of people who’d twist ...