"I need to do a wee." Eddy's tiny broken voice whispered.
My heart beating out of my chest at his voice as I smiled at my boy.
My boy. Unhurt. And in front of me safe.
He unhooked himself from Ada and stretched his arms towards me. I held his tiny body tightly to mine for a moment, letting it settle me before I took him over to a tree. He kept looking back at Ada, so I made sure we were still in sight.
It was then that the polizi and pompieri arrived, or 'cops' and 'fireys' as Ada would call them. Our detective contact, was with them.
I let Ada talk to him and tell him everything. He knows what to put in the reports and what not to.
From what she said, it sounded like one of the men was told something on the phone that made him turn and shoot. Our later guess was he was told it w
