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I should be doing more. Can't just sit on my ass all day pondering the what-ifs. The maybes...

Probably just the guilt talking, but, I actually am not doing much to rectify what Leandro did to her. To make that asshole pay for everything he did. To make sure the aftermath isn't consuming her.

I have yet to hear the entire story, but I know I'll hate him even more once I do. I know he tricked her into showing up here in Florence. Maybe he thought she knows what happened to his precious fucking cargo. Maybe the prick suspected I found it. Sold most of it to their competition. And he thought she had all the answers he wants to hear.

“Thanks.” Sephie puts on a tight smile as I hand her the laptop.

“Sure.” I stand by the wall. “I'm not sick, by the way. I wore a mask the whole flight. Never took it off. Until I got here.”

“Oh. Okay. That's, um... Good that you're not feeling sick, or anything.”

“They say there's an incubation period of a few hours to a few