His response only deepened my curiosity. He didn’t like the question, much as he didn’t like me asking about his family. I just realized I have no idea who Karlo Rodriguez is, except as my annoying husband and mafia boss in his stupid organization.

I hated that the morning came. It would mean that I have to face Karlo after he excused himself last night. When I sat up on the bed, I stared at the window glass that showed the sun rising barely due to the see-through curtains, wishing it ...