I stood in the center of the banquet hall.
Every gun was still aimed at Luca.
Viola had collapsed onto the floor, her face white as paper.
Mom rushed over and pulled me into her arms, her tears soaking my shoulder.
“Ivy, are you okay?”
Her voice was shaking.
I patted her back. “Mom, I’m fine.”
Dad walked up to me, his eyes complicated.
He stared at me for a long time before finally reaching out and gently touching my head.
“What exactly have you been doing these past three months?”
I looked at his exhausted face, and my heart ached a little.
“I went to the docks, Dad.”
“And the underground casinos. And the warehouses in the East District.”
“I met a lot of people. Made a lot of deals.”
Dad’s frown deepened.
Marco shoved Viola’s knife away and came to my side.
He covered the
