Chapter 64 Secret Uncovered

• The morning sun streams in through the window as I arrive at seven. Diego is already dressed in his suit, seated at his desk, writing furiously.
• “Good morning,” I say, pouring myself a cup of coffee.
• Despite going to bed with tangled thoughts, my body had shut down completely and didn’t want to reboot this morning when my alarm went off at six. While I’d hoped to wake up with some logical explanation for Diego’s severe mood swings and intentions, I’ve come to accept that I have no idea which version of Diego I’ll encounter today.