Leonardo didn’t care.
He walked toward me.
—Why didn’t you tell me?
Fourteen years of pain rose into my throat.
—Tell you?
I laughed softly.
—Your mother told me you wanted me to get rid of them.
His eyes snapped toward Victoria.
—What?
Victoria went pale.
I continued.
—She showed me your shirt with Vanessa’s lipstick.
—Vanessa?
—She told me you spent the night with her.
Leonardo stared at me as though I were speaking another language.
Then I gave him the final piece.
—Three nights later, Vanessa called me from your room.
His expression changed.
—My room?
—She said you were in the shower.
Leonardo’s voice became almost a whisper.
—I wasn’t with Vanessa that night.
I froze.
He stepped closer.
—Sofia, I was in Boston.
—No.
—I was negotiating the Marston acquisition.
He turned sharply.
—Daniel!
An older executive near the stage stood.
—Yes, sir.
—Where was I on March seventeenth fourteen years ago?
