Once the flight landed in Massachusetts, I helped Sebastian and Tomás move into the house I had purchased for them while they lived here. I wanted to make sure everything was taken care of. Including providing Sebastian with a car so he could drive Tomás to school and wherever else he needed to go.
I knew Sebastian and Tomás had grown close in the past year. I was happy, knowing there would be someone else to help look after him. Especially since I couldn't be there. Regardless of our bloodlines, Tomás would forever be my brother.
Silvio is the definition as to why bloodlines shouldn't matter. He was, after all, my half-brother. Yet I've never hated anyone more than I hated Silvio.
Once I knew everything was taken care of, I arranged for a car to pick me up and take me back to the ai
