42

ALESSANDRO

I stood at the corner of the street. I had been on the island for the past twenty-four hours and my patience was running thin.

I hadn’t seen the woman nor the child. For whatever reason, the routine that the woman had for the days that Massimo watched her went out the window. As if she knew I was here.

It was a charming little home. Nothing extravagant, little stone villa with a yard and an open view to the sea.

Lorena grew up surrounded by luxury, but not having the chance to enjoy it. This place was opposite of everything she was used to.

I was starting to doubt Massimo had mistaken someone else for Lorena.

The garden gate opened and a woman came out. She had a baseball hat on, black shorts and white, racer tank top. A ponytail looped through her baseball hat, and I silently cursed.

What the fuck was Massimo thinking? This woman’s hair was nothing like Lorena.