Stripped of Dignity

I was about to drop the phone onto the counter, storm back into the living room, and tell Will and, what was her name? Clara, to get the hell out.

Because there was no way I was doing whatever test Dario thought he could force on me.

But then the phone rang again. I looked at the screen, Matteo.

I picked it up.

“Oh, little Sera, still here,” he said.

“Oh my God, what is it now? Did you find him?”