After dropping GreenLee off at school, I decided to call my mother while driving back to the house. I was still pissed that Lina used my mother to stir up drama between me and my girl. I dialed the house phone—no way I could trust that Lina hadn’t handed Mamma her cell back.
“Sí?” Papa answered. He must’ve been in his study.
“Papa, is Mamma around? I need to speak to her.”
“Sí, she just walked in.”
“Good. Put me on speaker—I want you to hear this too.”
“Is everything okay, son? You sound off.”
“Yes and no. I just need to speak to Mamma.”
“I’m here. What’s going on, Luca?” my mother asked. “Is GreenLee and Gio okay?”
“Yes, Mamma. Your baby boy is fine. And GreenLee... she had a rough morning thanks to Lina.”
“Lina? How did she get to our girl—and why?”
“She used your cell to call
