*Cat*
It was crazy to think it had been two months already since our trip to Italy. It all seemed a little surreal, being out of the mafia… well, almost. Elio had been slowly pulling back from it all, but I’d been staying out of everything for the most part to focus on packing up our old life.
Elio had been a huge help with packing, thankfully. I hadn’t realized how much stuff we had until we started boxing stuff up. It felt never ending. We had only been two days in to packing when he’d suggested we use movers, but I hated the idea of letting strangers into our home, touching our things, and being in our business. I didn’t mind them moving the boxes themselves, but I wanted to do the packing.
I could’ve blamed it on living so long within the mafia lifestyle, but the truth was that I never really trusted anyone, especially after all the mess with Junior.
