Chapter Twenty-Three
RENA
A few hours before in New York
All day, it played over and over in my mind. A moving picture that I didn’t want to be a part of but couldn’t escape, no matter how many times I tried. I was stuck in place looking at pictures of my brother being pulled from his office by Sante’s bodyguard. Now I heard on the news that he was missing and no ransom money had been brought up. He’d told me that I couldn’t trust Sante, and I argued that he was wrong and to give him a chance to get to know the family. My mother was heartbroken and still waiting on hope he’d come home. The package she forwarded in the mail was addressed to my brother, stating that if something happened to him, it was the Calabreses’ fault and to go to the police. Here I was, standing here contemplating
