*Bella*
"Where are we going?" I asked, peering out of the window, taking in the sights outside.
"We're going home, Bella," Santino said, smiling warmly as I turned to face him.
"Thank you for coming with me. I was so scared that you would never remember me," he added. I observed him intently. He seemed genuine, and his behavior appeared normal.
But he misunderstood. I hadn't chosen to go with him because I trusted him. I had come along because I needed to uncover the truth that my family had concealed from me for so long. I knew my father well enough to understand that he would go to great lengths to shield me from the truth if he didn't want me to know. Just like he had for three years, keeping me in the dark.
No news about the accident was available anywhere, and even he sent me awa
