I startle and turn to her. She’s staring out of a nearby window that shows the entrance of the house, and sure enough, there, at the gates, is Gianna arguing with the guards. I think I can see Milena standing just slightly behind her, but I’m not sure from this distance.
“What the hell?” I mutter under my breath. Then, to the kids, “You guys stay here, okay? I’ll go get your Aunt Gigi and come right back.” Hopefully.
“‘Kay!”
I take off down the hall and out the front door, then I’m hurtling down the steps. In movies, it usually seems so smooth when someone runs down the stairs like this, but reality is ever disappointing. I stumble three steps away from the ground and land badly on my ankle.
Dammit.
I limp the rest of the— ridiculously, unnecessarily, exasperatingly long— way to th
