I didn’t say anything on the drive back.
I couldn’t.
My mother’s voice kept playing in my head.
Don’t trust everyone in your family.
I had spent years believing I knew who my mother was. She had been kind, quiet, and protective. At least, that was how I remembered her.
Now I was beginning to wonder if I had ever known her at all.
Damiano sat across from me, unusually quiet.
I finally looked at him.
“Who was she protecting?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re lying.”
His eyes met mine.
“I wish I were.”
I looked away.
Daniel was still missing.
That was the only thing that mattered.
“We need to find my brother.”
“We will.”
“You keep saying that.”
“And I’ll keep saying it until he’s back.”
I wanted to believe him.
I really did.
But trust didn’t come easily anymore.
When we reached
