FALLON
“Have you got everything she needs?” Leone asks, and my father turns, staring at Leone, and so do I.
Turning back toward Leone’s towering figure, I notice he’s absorbed in Emma’s art book, his usual hard edges softened by her innocence. He doesn’t even lift his gaze at his question.
“Yes, Leone. You’ve done more than enough. She has everything she needs, thanks to you.”
Leone only offers a nod. Yet, that help comes with a price, one hopefully she never finds out about.
“Because of Fallon,” Leone adds, and I bite my lip. Emma is too excited about his interest in her art book to hear the hidden meaning in his tone. My father glances away guiltily, retaking his seat, while I am busting to use the bathroom since Leone bought breakfast on the way after the incident with Dante, and
