19

It’s the day I’ve been waiting for. All morning I’ve been pacing the floor threadbare, waiting for nightfall to come and Cora to arrive to collect me and put things in motion. We purchased tickets for the boxing event and soon I’ll come face to face with Dante Torres, posing as spectators and hoping to get very close. I’m praying I can figure out the best course of action once in his presence because right now, I have zero plan.

I swish around nervously. Corseted, in a layered black dress as I start the infernal pacing once more, fidgeting with my arm of bangles and cursing myself inwardly. I’ve never been someone to feel this sort of apprehension and anxiety but there’s a deep pit churning inside of me and I’m beyond restless. I don’t know why, but this Torres character is causing me all sorts of abnormal emotions over this final meeting. I just want this to be over and for this chapter of my journey to be clearer. <