“Oh, my!” Mama clung to Papa with her fingers to her lips as we watched the news reporter share what was happening. The Coppola mansion was totally engulfed in flames. That alone should have been something to celebrate, but not when I couldn’t reach anyone to ask if Sienna was all right. My fear fueled the frustration I felt as I jabbed the off button on the cell. I fought the urge to throw it against the wall.
“Let me try again.” Francesco excused himself from the room as he tried to call Ugo. I repeatedly tried Berto’s phone, and Vinni was contacting as many people as he could.
The front door opened, and I rushed out of the room, hoping by some miracle it was her. I stopped short when I saw it was Abramo and a large group of soldiers filing into the house. Nonna walked her way among th
