“Why aren’t you more worried?” I glanced at Francesco as I sent off another text to Ugo, who promised me Sienna was just fine. She wasn’t; I could feel it.
“Because she’s a grown woman who just had her heart broken for the second time in her life. She needs space.”
“Space is not what she needs.”
“It’s exactly what she needs.” He stood and checked the time on his phone.
“But she’s in danger.”
“But she’s with Ugo, right?” He arched one eyebrow, making his point.
“I’m her mother, and she should be calling me back,” I fumed, annoyed no one else was taking this seriously.
“You are,” he nodded as he came forward to block my constant pacing, “but you also just came into her life. Her natural instinct is not to call you.”
“Then who?”
“I’m guessing that would be her best friend or, up unti
