Chapter 4 - A MARRIAGE SEALED BY A BULLET
Norah remained in the hospital for five days.
Leo visited every morning.
Every evening.
Sometimes in the middle of the night.
He brought flowers.
Books.
Food she barely touched.
But he never asked her to forgive him.
Because he hadn't done anything wrong.
Not yet.
On the third day, Tommy arrived.
His face was pale.
“Norah.”
She looked at him.
He sat beside her.
“I'm sorry.”
She stared.
“For what?”
Tommy looked down.
“For taking you to the docks.”
Norah swallowed.
He continued.
“I should have listened.”
She nodded.
“Yes.”
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then she asked:
“Who knew we were going?”
Tommy hesitated.
“Only three people.”
Norah's stomach tightened.
“Who?”
“Me.”
He swallowed.
“You.”
Then he looked toward the door.
“And Matteo Costa.”
Norah went still.
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The lie she'd told on the dance floor suddenly felt less like a lie.
And more like a warning.
