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“Wait.”

The word escapes before I can stop it. Stronger than I expected.

My lawyer’s hand closes firmly around my arm.

“Madam. Not another word.”

I pull away.

“You’re useless to me.”

His expression hardens.

Good. Let him be angry.

Sanders has stopped moving.

He’s watching me, and for the first time since the interrogation began, something shifts in his expression.

Not surprise.

Interest.

59. Behind the Glass

Dante

Monday, January 30

Behind the one-way mirror, I watch Bianca without her being able to see me.

Andrea stands to my right with his arms crossed. Mara remains a little farther back, motionless, attentive to every detail. Sanders agreed to let us observe as long as we stayed silent and out of sight.

Valeria isn’t here.

We decided it was wiser that way. Stress isn’t good for her—or for the baby.

I promised I would tell her everything.

Inside the room, Bianca has just snapped at her lawyer.

Inspector Sanders immediately understands she’s ready to talk. He slowly sits back down.

“I’m listening.”

Silence stretches between them. Sanders doesn’t move. Neither does the lawyer. He removed his hand from Bianca’s arm, as if he already understands he’s lost control of the situation.

So has she.

Even through the glass, I can see the fear on her face.

Thirty years.

Sanders threw out that number a few minutes ago with the calm precision of a man who understands exactly how much words can weigh.

Thirty years is enough to break almost anyone.

I wonder which frightens her more.