Chapter Fifty-Four –Sarah-Sofia
Sarah-Sofia’s Point of View.
The warm Sicilian sun prickled against my skin as I walked down the steps of our jet onto the tarmac. Waiting at the bottom are four cars. My Papa stood leaning against one, his arms crossed on his chest above his black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Mama is beside him, attempting not to show her excitement at seeing me. Geez, it has only been just under two weeks. You would think I had been away for years. Lor gets out of his car, holding two baby seats in his hands, as Sonny follows him a big grin on his face. Ric is next to exit a vehicle, as I look for Danilo, but I guess my other brother is back in the UK working on his medical degree.
“Wow, this is a welcome,” I laughed at them as they each walked towards
