Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

Matteo’s phone vibrated sharply in his pocket, drawing a weary sigh from him as he lowered his hand. He pulled the device out and glanced at the name flashing on the screen. His new neighbor would have to wait a little longer for a greeting. With a resigned shake of his head, he turned and made his way toward his apartment door. After unlocking it and pushing it open, he pressed the phone to his ear.

“Alessio,” he answered quietly.

“Buonasera, Cugino,” came Alessio’s familiar voice on the other end. “Puoi parlare?”

“I just got back,” Matteo replied, his tone tired but steady.

He moved through his apartment, flicking on the lights one by one as he went, the soft glow illuminating the familiar surroundings. When he reached the kitchen, he paused to open the fridge, scanning its contents before deciding a simple sandwich would have to suffice for dinner.

“How’s everything?” Alessio asked, his voice carrying a hint of concern.