Mia POV
I was swimming in high hopes that I wouldn’t hear from the detective anymore, but I was naïve. Detective Johnson left me alone for a full fifty-three hours. When I came in from grocery shopping there was another envelope stuck to my door.
Now instead of unloading the groceries from the paper sacks and starting dinner, I’m staring at the manilla envelope like its going to detonate and blow the house off its foundation.
I’m not ready for another slap in the face. For another reminder of what my reality is. I don’t have it in me to deal with this detective, to be scared of the Mafia, to hide my relationship with Enzo from Donnie and to watch my dad’s life slip through my fingers. Opening that envelope is only going to add more s**t for me to deal with.
I should burn it. Tear it
