*Elio*
It had been two days since everything happened. That first moment we’d heard about Emilia’s kidnapping continued to repeat in my head like a never-ending film. Seeing Cat break down in horrible sobs had been the worst experience of my life, aside from Emilia getting kidnapped, of course.
I knew I couldn’t let that happen again. I knew Cat was right. It was time for us to disappear from the mafia life, to save our baby girl from any more trauma that could arise. I had to save my wife from any more trauma and heartache.
But I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what our life would be like going forward. If I was no longer the Don, who was I? Aside from being a husband and father, who would I become as my own man? These questions, thoughts, and ideas had been haunting me the entire plane ride across the Atlantic as we headed to Italy.
