I found myself sitting on the balcony at night, in our apartment. After that text I received from Max, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

We stayed in Rome for a few more days, but I couldn’t recall any specific memory.

It was 3 am in the morning, Di was asleep. Aiden was at his house. Enzo and Elena probably dozed off in their apartment, too.

But there I was, letting suspicion eat me up. Was Max okay? Was he serious? Why did he want to ...