James' P.O.V

She had been quiet since we got back to the house. I insisted that she should take the room downstairs so I could keep an eye on them. I slowly could take care of Fiorelli, everything other than bathing her.

I sat on the barstool in the kitchen with a phone in my hand. My fingers swiftly played with the screen of my phone. I needed to talk to Vincenzio, he had been gone and I forgot to ask mother about his whereabouts.

I called his number and put the phone on speaker. Then, I laid the phone on the counter waiting for him to pick it up....