Chapter 9

Chapter 9༢ (49The taxi rolled to a stop, but I stayed seated for a moment, gripping my bag tightly against my stomach. The Florence skyline blurred beyond the window, the city alive with lights and laughter, but I felt none of it.My pulse was still uneven. Dominic’s voice, low, accusing, too familiar, echoed in my ears like a phantom I thought I had exorcised long ago.There’s a child. Isn’t there?My throat tightened.“Signora?”