Reveal

'Why do you have a picture of Celeste as a little girl in your pocket?' Gio's world spun. Elle's words registered but he could not bring himself to believe them. What would have no doubt been a hysterical laugh built up in his throat and Gio killed it before it could make a sound.

Things were bad enough he could not make them worse but completely losing his mind.

But Celeste!

Celeste was the Red Don? Gio could not believe it.

It just could not be. Not Celeste, there was no way it could be her. Perhaps he had not seen correctly.

Gio looked from the picture in her hand, to Elle's face, back to the picture, then back to Elle. It was suddenly very difficult to breathe, his chest constricting as he tried to make sense of the words Elle was signing, her eyes wide with worry as she looked at him.

'Come again,' He signed, his hands clammy, his heart rate going through the roof.