CHAPTER 340
KATYA POV
The taxi ride back to the villa was painfully quiet. Neither Chiara nor I seemed to know what to say.
Not because there wasn't anything to talk about. There was too much. The city drifted past the windows in a blur of sunlit buildings, narrow streets, and people going about their ordinary afternoons, completely unaware that my entire world had somehow become even more confusing than it already was.
Chiara sat beside me, unusually silent.
For once, she wasn't rambling. She wasn't panicking anymore nor was she complaining.She simply stared out of her window with her arms folded tightly across her chest, as though she was still trying to process everything that had happened inside the police station.
I couldn't blame her. I was doing exactly the same thing. My fingers twisted absentmindedly in my lap. The conversation with Inspector Ricci replayed itself over and over inside my head and none of it made sense.
