Bonus Epilogue Adriano
Two Years Later
Droplets of ocean water hit the deck as the yacht cuts through the Hudson River. I stand at the bow, my hands braced on the railing, the wind ruffling the lapels of my suit.
Two Years Later
Droplets of ocean water hit the deck as the yacht cuts through the Hudson River. I stand at the bow, my hands braced on the railing, the wind ruffling the lapels of my suit.