POV: LOLA
The sun is rising over Milan when I finally make the decision that will change everything. I’ve been awake all night, watching my three children sleeping in the king-size bed of the hotel room, their bodies tangled together as always, breathing in perfect synchrony. Lorenzo has his hand tangled in Loretta’s hair. Leonardo clutches his astronomy book even in his sleep. Loretta snores softly, a sound I find infinitely comforting.
They are the reason I do everything.
And now they are the reason I’m about to do something that terrifies me.
I pick up my phone and dial the number Adrián gave me. It’s six in the morning. He’s probably awake. Men like Adrián Valcor don’t sleep much. Or maybe he didn’t sleep at all, waiting for my answer.
He picks up on the second ring.
—Lola? —His
