LORENZO’S P.O.V.
I was thankful to Isabella for one thing- Leonardo was a very independent child. Excluding the fact that he slept in my bed every night, he didn’t need me around for much. He had been at my place for a week already and I was no closer to finding out where he came from than I was before. Matteo and I tried to find out who the person in the camera was but there was no match anywhere. Whoever it was had gone to lengths to ensure that he was not on any database.
My search for Isabella also proved to be more difficult than I had imagined. It was like she had disappeared off the surface of the earth. I knew she was somewhere close. Even if she wasn’t in the city, she was in one nearby because Leonardo drove instead of flying here. I knew that the moment I found her, I was goin
