Chapter One Hundred and Seventy
Alicia's POV
I had one day off. Sunday. Alessandro had insisted I take it, even though part of me wanted to keep working just to stay busy. To keep my mind from wandering to places it shouldn't go.
I took the bus back to the apartment. The ride was long, and I spent most of it staring out the window, watching the Italian countryside blur past. It was beautiful here. Peaceful. Nothing like the life I'd left behind.
The apartment was quiet when I let myself in. For a moment, I thought everyone was out. Then I heard movement from Sophie's room.
I knocked softly. "Sophie? Can we talk?"
Silence.
"Please. I know you've been avoiding me. I just want to—"
The door flew open. Sophie stood there, and my breath caught. Her eyes were red and swollen. Tears streaked down her face.
"Sophie, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Her voice cracked. "What's wrong is that everything is wrong, Alicia. Everything."
