That evening, I texted Filip to let him know I’d made it home. He’d held true to his promise to ensure my safety, keeping eyes on me at all times. We agreed a trip to my parents’ house would be of little danger, but he asked that I text him at the beginning and end of each trip. The cartel situation wasn’t resolved, so we weren’t taking anything for granted. Me: Made it home. Filip: Thank you for letting me know. Have a good visit? Me: Yes, but glad to be home. Filip: Wish I was there with you. Matteo needed me out in the Hamptons today, so I had to leave the city. You have plans besides work tomorrow? My heart tap-danced against my ribs. I wished he was here with me, too. Me: No, just work. Filip: Will you go out for lunch? Me: No, taking lunch with me. Filip: Good. Let me know if you cha
