Chapter Sixty-Six

I look up at Luca when Miguel has disappeared from sight. “She’s dead?”

He nods gravely.

“That’s what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“I found out an hour ago or so,” he says. “She was at the hotel. I didn’t know. None of us did. She called me before she did it and told me that nothing happened that night. She lied about it for over six years. Six whole fucking years, Laura.”

I shake my head. “This is awful.”

Just when I thought that things couldn’t get worse, this happens. It’s truly tragic. I can’t begin to imagine what he’s feeling right now. Guilty. Angry. Tired. He looks like it. I slide my hand in his and squeeze gently. He squeezes back. This confrontation with Miguel probably drained him even more.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No,” I say, rubbing my arm absentmindedly. “He was just a little agitated and I guess that’s what scared me.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t know what it’s like for me to see him like this. I grew up with Miguel. He wasn’t like this. The man I saw t