{STEPHANIE}
It was nearly two in the morning and I was still sitting in our bedroom alone. The first time, I'd needed to wash the stench of the bunker away and the layer of sweat that seemed to cling to me like a second skin. The second time, I had stepped into the cabin, turning the water hot so it could soothe my fraying nerves.
It didn't work. My heart was still pounding fiercely as I dried my body with my towel. My head was spinning, and the urge to run down to the basement grew with every second.
I knew I shouldn't. Besides, either Buzo or Mateo would have stopped me if I had even tried to get anywhere near the elevator. Francesco's orders. It pissed me off, but a part of me knew why he didn't want me to witness it. I had known it the moment I'd looked into his eyes at the bunker. I'd seen the u containable rage. I'd known then he would have unleashed himself upon Vincenzo, and I wouldn't have done anything to stop him.
