It seems easier to stay at Dominic's instead of going home. I know Matteo will show up in the middle of the night, and I need time to digest everything I've learned today.
When Matteo texts to ask where I am around midnight, I don't respond. There are so many questions bubbling up inside me.
Can I trust him to tell me the truth when he's done everything in his power to keep me ignorant?
He texts once. Then he calls. I turn off my phone after the second attempt and roll over to try to fall asleep. But I can't. My mind is too filled with Matteo. Like a specter, he haunts me for the rest of the night.
When I wake in the morning, my eyes feel gritty, and I'm exhausted. As much as I would love to stay in bed for a few more hours, I can't. I have two classes I can't afford to miss. I need to hustle home and take a shower before heading to campus.