As soon as I heard the distress in her voice, I knew Tulio had made the decision on his death; now I just had to figure out if I wanted him to have an open or closed casket. Savio, Sante, and EJ stood around the warehouse with me as we waited for the car to arrive. Ian had done the right thing not bringing them to the house. Nothing should interrupt my son’s sanctuary, so Remo knew to do plan B.
Knock! Knock!
Dome unlocked the door. Ian helped Remo to the wheelchair we had waiting and pushed him farther into the room where we took care of wounds. I had a doctor on call in case any of us couldn’t show up at a hospital without police wanting answers. Sonya ran into my arms, and I checked her back, arms, legs, then stared into her eyes.
“Is he going to be all right?”
“Don’t worry about Re
