Sixty Four

Isabella

On the morning of the fourth day, Gabrielle comes to the house at around eleven in the morning. He has been coming every day to check up on me, I don't know whether to make sure I haven't run away or for my well-being. I am reading a novel in the living room. We talk less and I try not to ask about Dante because he would have told me if there was any news about me that I had to know.

His cell phone rings, and then he excuses himself and leaves the room. He talks for a couple of minutes before returning.

"You will leave for Sardinia today, Isabella."

I send him a surprised look. "What? Why?"

Gabrielle smiles at me apologetically. "The Don's orders," he shrugs.

"Are we going to meet him there?"

"I don't know. I have only been told to put you on the boat."

Knowing very well that asking more questions won't yield anything, I head toward my room.