Without a Trace

Chiara’s hands trembled around her phone as she dialed Arturo’s number for the third time that evening.

Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it through the receiver.

When he finally picked up, his calm voice did little to soothe her racing thoughts.

“Arturo… what—?” she began, but he cut her off with a faint edge of suspicion.

“Are you trying to get me to see someone again, or