Chapter 67

Meanwhile, in Rome, Estela paced back and forth in her stuffy, dull room. The ticking of the clock on the wall was the only thing breaking the suffocating silence. She had counted the hours so many times that even the hands seemed to mock her.

"If I had known they were going to commit me, I would have pretended to be fine… I would have controlled myself," she murmured, her eyes full of anger.

She had indeed had an outburst, but she never imagined the cost would be so high. The place