AVELINA’S POV
The drive to Rome is silent.
Not the kind of silence you feel during a road trip, but the dangerous kind.
Every kilometer we cross it feels like we are walking into a trap, and that trap is leading me to a truth i am not ready to uncover.’
The safe house is covered with trees and fog as it fades behind us. Sitting in the passenger’s seat as Allessandro drives. He drives like a man who has made peace with worse situations. Emilio follows behind us in another vehicle, headlights keeping a steady watch.
My father’s words still rings in my head:
Find the truth… even if it’s the last thing you do.
Rome welcomes us as the light of the city came into view. The streets flickers awake as the glow illuminated the early morning sky.
“We need to lay low,” Allessandro says withou
