The next morning, I wake up feeling like the happiest woman alive but my joy is short-lived when we got a call this morning saying we have to leave for Sicily as soon as possible. Carlos has made a few problems in Sicily. He had one of papa’s bases bombed. The whole family is leaving for Sicily as soon as possible. I just finished packing Enzo and my luggage while he calls the pilot and makes other necessary enquires. I walk downstairs to let him know I am ready.
“Baby, I have everything we need, we can be on our way,” I say.
“Alright, let’s go. I will have someone carry our bags,” Enzo says while he takes my hand in his and walks outside to meet the driver.
While on our way to the airport, a thought comes to my mind, without thinking twice I voice out my opinions.
“Baby,” I say trying
