CHAPTER 288
KATYA POV
The sun was brighter than I expected. After hours of being inside that house — inside that room, inside my head — the light felt almost too sharp, too real, like the world outside hadn't gotten the message that my life had quietly shifted overnight.
Chiara stood beside me near the front gate, her sunglasses now properly on, one hand shading her eyes as she looked down the road.
I crossed my arms, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. "We could have just asked one of the guards to take us," I said for the third time, watching two sleek black cars parked neatly in the driveway behind us. "There are literally more than ten vehicles here."
Chiara didn't even look at me. "No."
I frowned. "Chiara."
