AlekTHE CLOCK ON the GPS says it’s after one in the morning, and although I am way past tired, I can’t switch off.
Ella has spent the day with the children, leaving me alone as I think she sensed I needed the quiet. I can’t stop thinking about the plan. It’ll work, but I fear there will be many casualties along the way. This is war, and it’s to be expected, but I know Santo won’t give up without a fight.
The thought of Ella being in danger eats a hole straight through me. The plan of her going to Ireland is off the table, but I think it always was. Ella deserves her revenge on the Macrillos. Denying her would be beyond hypocritical. Ireland is where she’ll be safe physically, but emotionally, she’ll always be lost to the past.
I’ll try everything in my power to keep her safe, but before
