Midnight Solace

Back at Massimo’s penthouse,

Camilla had been pacing the living room for almost two hours.

The clock ticked louder with every passing minute, and the tension in her chest tightened. Massimo wasn’t answering his calls. Arturo wasn’t answering either.

Her gut screamed that something was wrong.

It was already past midnight.

The front door suddenly slammed open.

Camilla flinched, then froze completely