"There are important things in my bag and on my phone," I said, my voice growing sharper. "I have pictures of Leon, memories of him growing up. I’m not leaving them behind. I know you're going to destroy them."
Luca didn’t waver.
"You're not getting on that helipad with those things. Leave everything in the car. I won’t repeat myself."
I clenched my jaw. "I'm not leaving my child's memories behind," I snapped.
The words left my mouth before I could stop them, and immediately, I felt Leon's grip on my side tighten. I glanced down to find him clinging to me, his little hands fisting my jacket. He was tense. His big, innocent eyes were filled with fear.
And it hit me like a punch to the gut—I had scared him.
This whole trip must have been confusing for him. He didn’t understand what was
