FRANCESCA's POV
I slipped the note containing Lorenzo’s phone number into the pocket of my pants and walked out the door to meet Marco who was patiently waiting with his arms folded across his chest.
He regarded me with one look, sweeping over my appearance before he held the car door open and I slid in, the heat of my phone and weight of the note burning into my thighs.
The previous night after everything with Dante, I had awoken in the middle of the night with the singular purpose of getting rid of everything tying me to Lorenzo and that included his numbers and text messages on my phone.
It was the first step for me to severing all my ties with him and the next was to place a phone call informing him of my non involvement.
The trip to the park was going to give me the time and spac
