LORENZO’S P.O.V.
There were a million ways I imagined the conversation with my father going but this was not one of them. I felt Isabella stiffen in my lap and I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist and rubbed small circles with my thumb. It wasn’t a grand gesture but I needed her to know that I was here with her. I knew my wife and as brave as she was, her mind tended to run on overdrive. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the things she was thinking of.
I glanced at my father for any hint that he was joking but there was none. He looked dead serious and a little worried. I didn’t know whether to be concerned or amused that there was something on this planet that could elicit this kind of reaction from him.
“I need?” I asked my father and he nodded. “In case it missed your attention,
