My heart did a back flip as we crossed the iron gates of the estate. Everything looked the same, but deep down, I knew everything had changed.
I can’t remember the last time I felt this kind of unease.
The ride back from the safehouse had been quiet, but not the good kind of quiet—the suffocating, tense kind that clung to every breath I took.
Alice was behind me, tapping her fingers against the car door and staring out the window at the passing trees. Milo had fallen asleep on Carmen’s lap, his little face peaceful, oblivious to the storm swirling around us. Luca, as always, had sat protectively near Alice, but even his comforting presence wasn’t enough to settle the knots twisting in my stomach.
Even Giovanni and Vincenzo had barely spoken.
Something felt off. Maybe it was just the
