Before long, my phone was buzzing without pause. My parents. The Valente household. Simone himself, calling and calling like a man who'd just realized the front door of his empire had been left unlocked. I ignored every one. I typed a single message to my mother: I'll be home later. I'll fill you in when I get there.
I packed my things quickly. The overnight bag, the documents, the bottle of painkillers the doctor had pressed into my hand with a look that said more than her words had. I was almost to the door when I saw the black sedan pulling into the driveway of the townhouse. The engine hadn't even died before Simone was out, his door slamming hard enough to echo off the stone facade. He crossed the distance like a man who still believed that closing space meant closing an argument.
"Grazia! What's going on? You got rid of our baby just because I gave her an heir?"