Taking in my surroundings, I spotted a few more of her men by their cars and a couple more down the driveaway. Suddenly, I felt my heartrate speed up. Why so many of them? Where were Piero, Niccola, Vinni, and…
“Andrea?” I started to panic.
“He’s here,” she squeezed my hand, “you just have to let yourself feel him.”
I nodded once and squeezed back.
She stopped and gently removed my white-knuckled grip on her hand. Elenora was once again dressed to perfection in a white blouse and flowy skirt.
“Welcome to our home,” Andrea greeted her. “Please take a seat.”
“Thank you.” Elenora kept her eyes on me as she eased down into her seat, and I mirrored her actions.
“I will just go and get us something cool to drink,” Andrea offered and smiled. Then she gracefully walked back toward the Hill
