CHAPTER SEVENTY

I wonder what Phoebe is doing, if they started filming at the club. I wonder if she's mad at me for disappearing. She probably is. I would be thoroughly pissed off if she did that to me.

Life in Kyoto has been beautiful and completely uneventful. During the day I wander down the old streets, admire the beautiful architecture, and eat in quaint restaurants food I've never tried before.

Every Monday morning, when I open my front door, there's an envelope with cash in it. I have tried to stay awake all night in case I hear a sound outside to investigate who is leaving the money, but I never hear anything.

Almost a month has passed, and I miss Alessandro with everything that I am. There's a void in my heart, a physical ache that doesn't want to go away. I still want to hit myself over the head for allowing another human being to have so much power over me. But he asked me to trust him, and I do.

So I run. Every morning at six am, I put on my running shoes that I bought courtesy of the