I force Matteo to give me my phone back the next morning.
I don’t know what he’s been doing with it this whole time, and frankly, I don’t want to know. I figure he probably installed some new tracking software in it, but at this point, as bad as it sounds, I’ve kind of resigned myself to his paranoia. I know where and when to hold myself accountable for things I’ve done, and I can admit that selling him out to the cops and the repeated breaches of trust I’ve committed since then are more than enough to warrant some level of controlling behavior.
I’d like to say I probably won’t do anything to damage his trust again, but well…
As soon as he leaves for work, I call Gianna to get an update on things. I’m concerned, but not overly so, mainly expecting her to tell me that she managed to k
