AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Thank you,” I manage to say, my voice trembling but resolute.
When the door finally closes behind them, I let out a shaky breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Angelo pulls me into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around me protectively. I bury my face in his chest, letting the warmth and safety of his hold soothe the fear still clawing at me.
“We’ll get through this, Fee,” he murmurs into my hair, his voice low and comforting. “I promise you, we’ll get through this together.”
I nod against him, feeling a small measure of peace settle over me as I cling to the strength in his embrace. The events of the day have left me exhausted and unsure.
Angelo turns to me, his eyes filled with concern. “Sofia, I think you and Lou should stay at my place for now. It’s safer, especially with everything that’s going on.”
I hesitate, the idea of relying on someone else, of being so vulnerable, making me uneasy. But before I can respond, Zip speaks up.
“That’s a good idea, Fee,” he says gently. “Especially if Jonah knows about Perfezione. You need somewhere secure right now.”
I bite my lip, still uncertain. Then I look over at Lou, who’s sitting next to Shawn, engrossed in some design sketches. “Lou, honey? What do you think about staying at Angelo’s for a while?”
Lou looks up, her eyes bright. “Can we? I like Angelo. He’s nice.”
I see Angelo’s face light up at Lou’s words, a smile tugging at his lips. “Well, that settles it, then,” he says, his tone warm and smug. He steps away, pulling out his phone to call someone.
As Angelo moves out of earshot, Zip comes over and wraps me in a hug. His familiar scent—a mix of cotton and Old Spice—envelops me, and I feel some of the tension leave my body.
“It’s going to be okay,Tesoro,” Zip murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “You’re strong. You’ll get through this.”
I cling to him, feeling like a little girl again, safe in her grandfather’s arms. “I’m scared, Nonno,” I whisper. “Everything’s changing so fast.”
Zip pulls back slightly, cupping my face in his weathered hands. “Change isn’t always bad, Fee. Sometimes it brings unexpected blessings.” His eyes flick toward Angelo, then back to me. “Just keep an open heart, okay?”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak. As I look around at the people gathered in the apartment—Shawn and Lou laughing over sketches, Angelo speaking quietly into his phone, Zip’scomforting presence beside me—I feel a strange mix of fear and hope.
Whatever comes next, at least I know I’m not facing it alone.
Zip and Shawn soon leave,assured that we will be safe with Angelo.
As we pack our things, Lou looks up at me, her brow furrowed. “Mom, who was that man outside the school? He said I look like his sister. How is that possible?”
My heart sinks, but I try to keep my voice steady. “Sweetie, sometimes people think they see similarities in others. It doesn’t always mean anything.”
I kneel down to her level, meeting her eyes. “What’s important is that you’re my daughter, and I love you more than anything in the world. If a stranger ever approaches you again, remember to tell a teacher or another adult you trust right away, okay?”
Lou nods, looking thoughtful. “Okay, Mom. I will.”
I breathe a sigh of relief, grateful that she seems to accept my explanation for now. I’m not ready to tell her who her father is. She’s still too young.
Soon, Angelo returns, informing us that Marco is waiting with the car. He effortlessly carries our bags, and we head out.
As we enter Angelo’s brownstone on the Upper East Side, I can’t help but gasp. The space is stunning—all sleek lines and modern elegance. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The living room features a plush sectional sofa and a state-of-the-art entertainment system.
Lou’s eyes widen as she takes it all in. “Wow,” she breathes. “This place is awesome!”
Angelo smiles, looking pleased by her reaction. “I’m glad you like it. Let me show you to your rooms.”
He leads us up a floating staircase to the second floor. The guest rooms are just as impressive as the rest of the apartment—spacious, with comfortable-looking beds and ensuite bathrooms.
I can’t help but feel a mix of gratitude and unease as we settle in. Angelo’s kindness is overwhelming, but I’m not used to relying on others like this.
Still, seeing Lou’s excitement as she explores her room, I know we’re in the right place for now.
After unpacking, I peek into Lou’s room, smiling as I see her admiring the view from the window. The city lights twinkle below, casting a warm glow across her face.
