Nonna was making coffee, still in her pajamas, unaware of the catastrophe that had just occurred.
"Where is Eve?" Dimitri's voice was raw. Desperate.
Nonna's expression shifted from peaceful to concerned in an instant.
"I have not seen her since she came home from work," Nonna said carefully, studying his face. "I went to bed early. Dimitri, what happened? Why are you...."
"She's gone." The words felt like they were being torn from his chest, leaving him bleeding. "Her suitcase is gone. She left."
He pulled out his phone with shaking hands, dialed Eve's number.
It went straight to voicemail.
Then again. Same result.
Her phone was switched off. Not dead...switched off.
A choice.
Dimitri stood in the kitchen of his penthouse, holding his phone, feeling the world tilt on its axis.
Then he called Mike.
His best friend answered on the third ring, his voice groggy with sleep.
"It's 3 AM," Mike said. "This better be...."
