Alessandro frowned.
« That wasn’t Marco’s son. »
« No. »
« It was Mateo. »
His blood turned cold.
She spoke quietly, forcing herself to relive the worst day of her life.
« I had taken Mateo to the bakery. »
« He saw Marco’s car and ran toward it. »
« He thought it was yours. »
« He climbed into the back seat before I could stop him. »
« I was only a few seconds behind. »
Her voice trembled.
« Then the shooting started. »
Alessandro closed his eyes.
He had never been told that part.
Never.
« The police believed Marco was the target. »
« They were wrong. »
She looked directly into his eyes.
« The gunmen kept shouting… »
‘Where’s the boy?’
Silence swallowed the porch.
Alessandro felt every heartbeat become heavier.
« They weren’t looking for Marco. »
« They were looking for Mateo. »
« I didn’t tell you. »
Elena’s voice was barely audible.
« I knew what you’d do. »
« I would have found them. »
