CHAPTER 86
SANTIAGO
FORTY-EIGHT HOURS OF SILENCE
Forty-eight hours.
That was how long it had been since I’d last heard my brother’s voice since he made that last call. Not a call. Not a message. Not even one of Matteo’s irritatingly vague “I’m fine” check-ins that usually meant he was very much not fine. Which, might I add, is very annoying. Just… nothing. Silence so thick it felt like it had weight, like it pressed down on my chest every time I tried to breathe too deeply.
I paced the length of the room for the third time in as many minutes, boots scuffing against the concrete floor before I turned sharply and went back the other way. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until Sienna sighed softly from where she sat at the small table near the window.
“You’re going to wear a path
