CHAPTER ELEVEN
We left the villa before the sun finished rising.
Daniel said pack what you have and we leave in ten minutes. No explanation. No destination offered. Just that quiet voice that had learned somewhere along the way that I would follow it even when every sensible part of me was screaming not to.
I packed in eight.
The guards swept the property while I stood in the kitchen doorway looking at the breakfast table one last time. The two coffee cups. My father's file is still sitting where I had left it. The first aid kit opened on the counter from his arm that he had still not complained about once.
I picked up the file.
Tucked it under my arm like it was the most important thing I owned because it was.
I walked out without looking back.
The car was quiet.
Florence came at
