We sat on the fountain just having girl talk. She was helping me to let my emotions out. To talk about it and invite people in. To trust people again. Especially those closer to me. Like Paul and Mateo.
I needed to show them that I cared about them. That they meant the world to me. Because they did.
Though Mateo was a priest, he treated me like his daughter. Heck, he would win the prize for best father of the year. When my father died, I was a mess. Then Mateo took me in, trained me, and hired me to work for the Vatican.
He took me in when I needed someone to support me. When I needed someone to keep in check. Mother was always there, but didn’t really listen to her that much.
Mateo managed to put me back on track. He made me realize I could do something for the world at large. And I w
