Chapter 11
In that brief moment, Matteo found himself unable to say no.
But before he could speak, Rebecca’s eyes brimmed with tears.
“Matty, am I putting you in a tough spot? It’s okay, really. If this is hard for you, I won’t go tonight.”
She expected Matteo to immediately lower his voice and comfort her. But to her shock, he simply let out a breath as if relieved
and reached out to pat her head.
“Tonight is kind of special, so it’s better if you don’t come with me.”
Rebecca’s eyes widened in disbelief. A flicker of resentment flashed across her face before she quickly masked it with a pitiful
expression. The tears that had been about to stop began falling in thick, heavy drops again.
“Matty…”
But Matteo’s mind was elsewhere. He barely noticed her reaction, gently pushing her away before looking up at the ceiling.
“This is the one that’s broken?” he asked, nodding toward the light fixture.
Rebecca bit her lip, sulking. Since he wasn’t giving her the reaction she wanted, she let out a small, grudging hum and plopped
down on the couch, refusing to look at him.
However, Matteo wasn’t paying attention.
That dream from earlier kept replaying in his mind. The anxiety in his chest grew heavier and heavier, nearly suffocating him.
Noticing something was off, Rebecca scooted closer, his voice trembling as she tugged at this sleeve.
“Matty, what’s wrong?”
Only then did Matteo snap back to reality. His heart was pounding so violently that a thin layer of cold sweat formed on his
forehead.
Shaking off Rebecca’s hand, he pulled out his phone, frowning as he tried to call Evelyn.
