Mirabella
I hesitated.
I had obligations. Responsibilities.
But the thought of getting away—of breathing somewhere no one knew me, where no expectations hung heavy in the air—was achingly tempting.
“Where?” I asked.
He grinned.
“Anywhere you want.”
I thought about it.
Then, impulsively, I said,
“Anywhere you'll take me...”
His grin widened.
“Now you gotta trust me on this...”
The flight was booked for three days later.
Dad grumbled. Uncle Matteo tried to sneak cash into my purse like I was a broke teenager.. Uncle Ace was different.. He handed in some knives and a gun and told me to just kill him if something happens..
But they let me go.
Because for the first time in a long time, they saw the light returning to my eyes.
They saw me coming back.. The old Mirabella.. Who sm
