Adrian

/Eliana's POV/

We are home now. However, Riccardo's mood has been down since that notification from my phone. I'm sure he hasn't seen it. Because I made sure of that. I know promised not to keep any secrets from him, and I won't. Just not now.

"I will cook something," he said nonchalantly as he rushed towards the kitchen. 

"Is everything okay?" 'of course not, idiot!' the voice in my head scolded.

"Why don't you tell me? Is everything okay?"

I sighed, feeling torn between wanting to confide in Riccardo and wanting to protect him from the truth. But I knew deep down that I couldn't keep this secret forever. It was only a matter of time before he found out.

"I...I received a message earlier," I began hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's...it's about my past. Something I thought I had left behind."