Chapter 89
Lorenzo’s POV
“Alice?” I called again, my voice shaking slightly, almost cracking.
I knew it was impossible. I kept telling myself it was impossible. But something deep inside me couldn’t rest after hearing that voice. My head was telling me it couldn’t be, but my chest felt like it was being squeezed. How could it sound so much like her?
“Please, I think you’re making some mistakes. I’m not Alice,” the lady said, her voice sounding different this time, more guarded, like she was trying to push me away.
“Can you excuse me, sir?” the old man’s voice came from behind me, his hand tapping my shoulder before he shoved me aside. I stumbled backward, nearly losing my balance. Heat pricked across my forehead and the back of my neck.
No, No. There’s no way it could be Alice. Alic
