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Savio
I looked out the window of my family’s estate and watched as a herd of reporters posted out front filmed and talked about the Calabresi being a diabolical crime family. I’d stayed at my parents’ home for the past few days because the news followed me to my condo. I’d thought about selling, but I loved my home and couldn’t fathom letting someone run me out. The flashes of the cameras went off again as they noticed me in the window.
“Savio, step back from the window,” Mom remarked.
“Have you gotten any sleep?” I inquired rand hugged her.
Putting her hand on my chest, I covered it with my own.
“No. When something is happening with my children, I never sleep.”
“Mother, I’ll be fine.”
“You don’t look as though you’ve slept.”
“Not until McKayla comes home.”
“Give it time.”
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