Maria
"I don't know any more than what you do." The words catch in my throat, and suddenly I wonder if I've said too much.
"Is that so?" Alexander asks, a hint of skepticism in his posh tone. "Your father was a very important man. He never told you anything? Not even about his old friends?"
"My father works with computers," I insist, my voice wavering despite my best efforts. "And he never talked about friends."
The men exchange glances, clearly not convinced by my answer.
"He works with computers, yet you don't have a phone?" Ippolit asks softly. "No social media presence for a young lady like yourself. Why?"
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, keenly aware of their scrutinizing gazes. "My father doesn't trust it," I say, trying to sound confident but feeling anything but. "He thought
