already begun to quietly crack in subtle ways she didn't immediately recognize. For all the year

ver do anything to draw attention to herself or her son, Matteo. She enrolled him in a small, discreet private daycare and made sure to give them strict instruct

had started with something small; a man that always sat across the street every morning, pretending to read a newspaper as Isabella brought Matteo to the daycare. A

n and someone was already putting the pieces together and the mom

ryone watching him. In the mafia world, Lorenzo De Luca was not just a powerful man; h

Isab

unforg

ss-checked her movements and within hours, the ghost of Isabella Rom

ately as they needed to first figure out what she was hiding. They waited because they kn

g" was far more va

nsion and past emotions filled that room, another operatio

the daycare where Matteo attended. With no rush

as wrong as his small, fragile hands clutched a toy car, his attention fixe

iately because men like these didn't act reckle

miled at the

outine checks," he said smoothly, fla

r a mo

daycares management and that was when everything changed as thei

idling. Inside, one of the men glanced at his

en open because this was never just surveillanc