Elizabeth stood in the kitchen, her hands working on autopilot as she prepared Sophia’s breakfast. But her mind was elsewhere—locked in the same place it had been since yesterday morning: Matteo. He was a criminal—sure, she didn’t know much more—but of that she was certain.
Maybe he’s like a Robin Hood kind of criminal, stealing from the rich, giving to the poor, she thought, then rolled her eyes at herself. No, that’s ridiculous. He lives in a mansion with a dozen people on his payroll.
Or maybe he has no choice because... someone is threatening him to do bad things! She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of her silly thoughts.
“Ellie! I’m hungry!” Sophia’s voice broke through her spiraling thoughts, and the little girl dramatically held her stomach.
“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie.” El
