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"Hey Luciano," I picked up the call, trying so hard to hide my excitement. I thought he'd never call. "I was just about to call you, guess we think alike."

"Hello Massimo." His voice sounded straight and courteous, I felt he was not in a good mood or maybe it was me.

Did he still hate me? I didn't do anything bad. I love him.

"I've been thinking about you throughout today. You don't sound so well, are you good?"

"Oh yes I am, thank you."

I felt like he was shutting me out. Luciano was hardly ever like this when we were younger.

"Or do you need a massage? I could help with that just like I used to when we were kids, that's if you remember," I chuckled slightly.

There was silence on his end and I stopped chuckling cooperating with the tense silence that hung in the air.

"I'm glad you're quiet now. I called for a reason and that's Gladys, you need to get close to her so you can get her phone," he informed me.

I barely heard all he said, my mind was fixated on the fact that he shushed