Vallea looked at Mia. Her eyes showed sorrow through her tears; she didn’t want to let her baby go. She'd fought to the ends of the earth to keep her safe and now they’d found her the only way Mia could be safe was to flee Italy and start a new life without her. She’d contacted people she could count on to help her and keep her only daughter safe from the Mafia as well as Nicolo and Domienico. She’d refused a paternity test when she had first become pregnant and two years later she had ran from them once Cora had turned eleven she had shipped her to the U.K. because the two brothers had found them.
‘Baby you have to go.’
‘But mom why can’t you come?’
‘It is safer this way I can’t have you find them.’
‘But they’ll kill you if they find you.’
‘Please baby you have to leave. You need to be safe. You’ll be well protected. Everything's sorted once you reach the U.K. the Lorenzza’s take care of you and bring them up as their own please forget about me.’