Chapter 130

Jean

Upon hearing those words, I notice that Dante had made himself scarce. Now that I think about it, he didn’t enter the living room with me and Bianca. He most likely left the penthouse to talk to Noah. How do I know that? Because there is no way in hell that Dante would have allowed Bianca to travel alone right when the investigation for the Regis family is about to start.

But there’s something in the air that doesn’t quite feel like home.

The woman in front of me may look like my little sister, Bianca, but she’s different. The last time I saw her she still had her baby cheeks and that wanderlust look in her eyes, but now that’s all gone.

Her eyes no longer hold wonder in them but wisdom that only hardship and experience can mold. Her features look more angled, more mature.

It makes me wonder if I somehow look the same to her or if I’ve changed in her eyes as she has changed in mine.

I smile at my sister, albeit a little sad that I missed out on an entire year of her life. My baby