CAMILLA RYDER
“Are those tears, Bella Signorina?” Mirko teased, mockingly amused. “I’m impressed… first time I’ve seen you cry. Not even during your brutal training. You didn’t shed a single tear. The guys couldn’t even keep up, but you? You powered through. And now? Look at you.”
His voice faded into the background.
Every word fell flat.
I clutched the phone tightly, like somehow—somehow Jeoffrey might come crawling out of it and into my arms.
My chest tightened so painfully, I thought my heart might actually crumble.
My baby had been alive all this time… and I didn’t even recognize him when I saw him.
What kind of mother doesn’t recognize her own child?
“Where is Vincenzo?” I asked quietly, choking back my sob.
Tears spilled again. I wiped them roughly, lifting my eyes to meet h
