Chapter 95

• I was sitting in Michele's office, watching him closely as I waited for him to finally share this long-hidden truth. My patience was wearing thin, and anxiety was beginning to manifest as a knot in my stomach.
• “When are you going to start telling about this supposed truth?” I asked, my voice sounding impatient.
• Michele stared at me seriously, his eyes conveying a mixture of contemplation and determination. “Before I tell you anything, I need to understand what you remember,” he replied, his voice sounding calm and controlled.