The flight - I

It had taken some time for her daughter to fall asleep but arabella had done so wonderfully. It was hard to let go of her child especially when she was holding onto her shirt so tightly, that Evelyn had to pry her fingers over forcefully after she had fallen asleep. 

Marcello was standing in the corner of a small bedroom, watching them carefully as he wiped the blood off his face with white towel. 

Perhaps she would have to dye because blood is not getting out of that towel. 

"I think she has fallen asleep, Evelyn." His voice was not above a whisper. "Stop with the procrastinating." 

He was right. 

She was trying to extended as much as she could and all she was doing was staring at her daughter's sleeping face. 

It would be better if she went in there rather than having Salvatore come in.