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ALESSANDRO

I would have to get in contact with Ghost soon and schedule the next three dates I would require services.

That actually improved my mood slightly. For some reason, I liked corresponding with Ghost. I found the humor that shone through those short messages entertained me.

The next morning when I woke up, I felt at peace for the first time in over three years. I checked my phone to see if Lorena or Ella had reached out to anyone. Nothing, not a single email or text went out.

I logged into the security system and accessed the cameras in her son’s room. By the time I was done with meetings and handling all the business I had missed over the last few days, Lorena had already gone to bed, along with her son.

The room I designated for Matteo came up on my phone screen, and I found Lorena’s sleeping form. Her brown colored hair spread across the pillow, making her skin appear even paler than it really was. I fucking hated that hair color.