Anna stared at Vincenzo, her mind a whirlwind of questions that tangled and twisted over one another.
But beneath all of them, one question burned brighter than the rest, searing itself into her thoughts until she could think of nothing else.
Why was he asking her if she wanted to know more about Lucia?
Vincenzo’s gaze dropped to the necklace in his hand.
His fingers traced the silver chain with deliberate slowness, letting it slide between his knuckles, catching the afternoon sunlight with every subtle movement.
Then he turned to Anna. "You are curious, aren't you?"
Anna's throat constricted.
She swallowed, but her mouth had gone dry as dust, and the motion did nothing but scrape against her esophagus.
She forced the words out anyway. Her voice came out smaller than she intended.
