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ALESSANDRO

I had to admire my wife’s resourcefulness. I couldn’t remember the last time someone slipped through my fingers and got this far.

Oh wait, yes, I could. It was my wife then too! The last time she disappeared, her family smuggled her out of the country without a trace. She vanished right out from under my nose.

I had to get my connection in the police to get me off the island and have them follow her discreetly from the moment she stepped foot off that ferry.

One thing Lorena didn’t know was that I had connections to pretty much all the authorities in Italy.

I watched her with passport in hand and a carry-on bag, her son in her arms. Her friend had a carry-on bag too.

I was curious to know where they kept their stuff since they never went back to their house. I couldn’t help but be a little impressed.

My wife was prepared in the event I ever found her. She had come a long way from being my naive, trusting wife.