Dad continues, determined.
“That way, even if they find out our death was staged, by then we’ll be so far gone, it won’t matter. It buys us time.”
He’s already shuffling papers, his hands trembling slightly.
“We’ll need money,” he mutters, half to himself. “Cash is already withdrawn. Quiet withdrawals. Small amounts. Just enough to go unnoticed. We have money in the safe—it’s enough. More than enough to disappear.”
He’s thinking out loud now, unstoppable. A man with a plan. A desperate man, but a determined one.
“Once we disappear, we change our names. Our looks. Start over. Jobs that don’t make people curious. Maybe in a place where the Italian Mafia has no reach, where they don’t talk to anyone.”
I listen to every word, not interrupting. My heart beats faster.
“And your mother and
