Driving from Pisa to Florence only took a little more than an hour. Lorenzo drove carefully, not wanting to draw any attention to their little car by going over the speed limit, and Aurora was soon lulled into a light sleep listening to the sound of the engine.
Florence was another city on her bucket list, and she hoped that she would be allowed to roam around at least a little bit as long as Sandra kept her concealed.
Lorenzo parked the car and when she got out, she could see the river Arno just next to the road they just drove on. They quickly got their bags and followed Lorenzo, down the road and through some smaller cobblestone streets, until they reached one of the many bridges crossing the river.
Aurora was busy looking at the shops lining the large bridge and didn’t notice that
