Page 78 of Jetmir

The home library was the quietest and my favorite room in the house. Floor-to-ceiling shelves held books interrupted only by photographs taken by my wife.

I leaned back in my chair behind my mahogany desk, one hand drumming lightly against the polished wood while I dialed my twin sister. I waited for the encrypted call to connect. It didn’t take long, because a moment later Elira appeared on the monitor.

My twin looked as composed as ever, though her tired eyes suggested she’d been working nonstop on this side project.

“Need my help so soon, brother?” she teased. “Should I fly right back?”

“I don’t need your help here,” I grumbled. “I need you to handle the lawyer.”

“The one handling your divorce?” she asked.

I gave a single nod. “Yes, I need you to destroy all his paperwork and documents before you release him. Make sure you check for hidden files on his devices and any hard drives he could have ferreted away.”

Elira’s eyebrows arched in surprise. “You got it. But out of curiosity, why?”

I exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I’m trying to set things right.”

Elira scoffed. “Setting things right would be giving your wife the divorce she asked for.”

“Let’s not push it, sis.”

“You know they’ll just restart the process.”

“Not if I get Anya to change her mind and choose me.”

Elira shook her head. “Honestly, Jet, I didn’t know you had it in you to be so smitten.”

“It’s called love, Elira. One day you’ll understand.”

Elira glanced off-screen, then folded her arms. “Yeah, I hope whatever that is never finds me.”

Before I could say anything else, the door behind her opened and my stepdad, Giovanni Agosti, entered the room. There was no sense ending the call; he’d seen me already.

“You’re looking well, Jet,” he greeted me, then sidled up next to Elira. “You stirred up quite the commotion.”

“Don’t I always.”

He flashed me a smile. “You sure do. How is your wife?”

“Furious, but coming around.” What was one more white lie? Sinners didn’t change overnight. I was trying, damn it.

“I see. Just keep her happy at all costs, and she’ll come around.” He smiled faintly and then added, “I have an update on the donor for corneas.”

I straightened.

“Yes?”

“My uncle’s wife signed all the documents. The donation is good to go.”

Silence settled over the room while my heart thundered against my rib cage.

“Thank you, Giovanni.”

“Thank Mateo Agosti. It was a crazy coincidence that he’s a match for Gabriel Santos.”

I blinked. I didn’t know the old man very well, but my stepdad respected him, which was enough for me.

“How is he doing?”