Laura - On the way to Paul’s villa
The dusk sky brews with thick clouds over the bustling traffic and the tall buildings. Paul is focused on driving and hasn’t said a word since we left Beatrice’s apartment. The weight of his silence presses heavily over my chest.
When I glance at him, he doesn't meet my eyes. Instead, he looks straight ahead, though I bet he knows I'm peeking at him. I fiddle with my fingers in my lap for a while. But no more. What’s enough is enough.
“You don’t believe me.”
"What you've told me about your mind-reading abilities is difficult to swallow. Allow me some time to think about it."
His eyes are still on the road, and he doesn’t look at me at all. When I get accustomed to the heavy silence once again, Paul continues, "There will be rules you must follow. Don’t leave the premises of my estate unescorted."
“So I am your prisoner.”
"I'd say a very important guest who requires a security detail for her own safety."