By the time she made it home, Mia couldn’t even remember the excuse she’d given Luca for why she had to bail on dinner. Certainly not the truth. Prevarication on this particular subject was so ingrained, so rote after nearly twenty years, she hadn’t even considered bringing him into her confidence. She’d been taught for so long that bringing anyone in on the truth would put them in danger, and she’d taken that lesson to heart, never even telling Brax.
Now the man who’d issued that edict was dead, and she didn’t know how to feel about it. Her entire life had changed because of Curt Savage. He’d saved her life. Twice. And ruined it. Which wasn’t exactly a fair assessment. If she’d made different choices, the second time wouldn’t have been necessary, and she wouldn’t have lost the one person
