AVELINA’S POV
Morning comes soon.
The house still smells of dust. I sit up on my bed as the morning sun shines into my room from the window. Sometimes at night I hear the footsteps of someone pacing and other nights i hear nothing.
I take my father's ring from the nightstand and slip it onto my finger. The only reminders of him. I miss my father and the home that didn't feel like a trap. Now i have no idea who to trust. Not Allessandro who promised to protect me or Emilio, his right-hand man.
I pop into the bathroom to freshen up and head downstairs.
I hear faint murmurs coming from the room nearby. I should keep walking, but something in the tone makes me pause.
“…she doesn’t know what he did,” a man says. “If she finds out, it’s over.”
“She won’t,” another voice replies. “He’l
