(Wyatt’s POV)
“Goddess, I hope this works.” Tyler said for the millionth time in the last hour. Of course, I fully agree with him on that. Especially since we don't have any other working theories on how to get rid of this d*mn thing. The longer it takes to get this taken care of, the more worried I become.
I can't lose my boy. I won't. I just won't. Though I will say this, I finally understand the way Tyler must have felt all those years Winter was missing, then again, when April's body went missing. He's a far stronger man than me, that's for sure.
Anyway, we were in my office making arrangements to head to Italy. When the kids told us what happened this morning, we were shocked. I still find myself hoping this isn’t some sort of prank. I mean, the Pope? Really?
Sure, it’s true we d
