Chapter 75
Ghosts from the Past
(Andy’s POV)
The restaurant’s warm amber lights and bustling ambiance did little to calm my nerves. I sat across from Vick, nursing a drink that had gone untouched for too long, my thoughts racing. The truth of Vijay Sood’s letter was still fresh in my mind, a constant weight in my pocket that felt heavier by the second.
Vick, who had been scrolling through his phone absentmindedly, finally set it down and looked at me. “You’ve been brooding since we got here. What’s going on?”
I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “Nothing I can fix over dinner, that’s for sure.”
“That’s not saying much,” he replied, smirking. “Is it Franco? Or something else?”
“Everything,” I admitted. “Franco, Esha, Arya. All of it.”
His brow furrowed. “Still haven’t talked to her,
