I dial her number again, and of course, it goes to voicemail.
What the fuck.
“Yup, definitely ghosting you,” Gui says.
You know what, fuck this. I dial Izzy’s number next. If Liana wants to play this game, then I’ll start dragging her family into it.
“Hello?”
“Izzy, hey, it’s Massimo.”
She laughs. “I know that. I never got around to deleting your number from my phone.”
“I’m honored.”
“I’m sure you are. What can I help you with, Massimo?”
“Are you at the boutique?”
“I’m not.”
“Shit,”I hiss out.
“Why? What’s going on?”
“I was just hoping you could let me know if Liana’s there. It seems her phone isn’t working.”
Izzy laughs again. “I was just texting her a little bit ago. Her phone is working just fine, but she’s probably busy getting ready to leave.”
“Leave? Like head back to our place?”
“Um, no… Leave as in head to the airport.”
Airport?
“Excuse me?”
“The airport. She’s leaving for Sicily in like two hours.”
Sicily?!
“You knew that, didn’t you?” she asks.
I clench my jaw, then take a deep breath to steady my racing fucking heart. “Yeah, I forgot that was tonight. Thanks, Izzy. I appreciate it.”
“Um, yeah, sure. No problem, Massimo.”
I hang up and close my eyes, taking another deep breath. My wife is going to Sicily, and she wasn’t even going to fucking to tell me.
“Guessing that conversation didn’t go too well,” Gio says.
I snap my eyes open. “That fucking obvious?” I growl out.
“What’d she say?” Gui asks.
“Apparently, my dear wife is leaving for Sicily.”
“Sicily? What the hell is in Sicily?” Gui says.
