ROSALINDA.
A knock echoed on the door, swinging open almost immediately to reveal Matteo standing before us.
“What have you two done?!” He exclaimed, darting his gaze between Sofia and me.
“What we had to do.” I retorted as I sprung to my feet and waited for him to say it. I knew Papà had asked him to call us—a call we had been anxiously waiting for in my bedroom since freeing Oliver.
He sighed, staring at us disappointedly. “Papà asked me to call both of you. He’s in his office.”
“Are you ready?” I turned to look at Sofia, extending my hand to her.
“Yes.” She whispered as she took my hand, and I helped her up.
She looked really anxious, and I was too. I was anxious to meet Papà after freeing Oliver, but we did what we had to do.
He was innocent and didn’t deserve to die for nothin
