My hand was still shaking violently as I signed the last document, a legal agreement promising that I would spend the entire Christmas holiday with Luca and Leon, in exchange for him signing the annulment papers later.
Luca watched me, his dark eyes clinical and unforgiving. He had won this round, using the one weapon I couldn't fight, his son.
"The flight leaves tonight," Luca said, his voice flat. He scooped up the annulment documents, keeping them carefully separated from the agreement I had just signed. "The address for the house is in the email David sent you. Don't be late. Leon doesn't handle disappointment well."
I rose stiffly, the reality of my situation hitting me with nauseating force. I had about three hours to get out of New York, convince Gary I was taking a spontaneous h
