“What the hell do you mean I can’t leave the apartment? What, am I a prisoner now?”
“Of course not,” Matteo shakes his head like I’m being dramatic. “I just want to make sure I have a good grip on the situation before I let you guys back out. I need to know you’ll be safe.”
“I have work, Matteo, I can’t just—”
“It’ll only be two or three days,” he promises, hands outstretched in a placating gesture. “I can have whatever you need brought over from your office. It’s Thanksgiving break, so the courts are closed, and the kids are out of school, too. Just consider it a short and unexpected holiday, okay? Take it easy with the kids. Relax.”
I cross my arms against my chest, giving him an unimpressed look that could rival Mara’s. “So, I’m supposed to just sit here between four walls while you
