CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

Irina's POV

The days passed slowly at the bakery.

Marina and Roberto were very kind to me. They treated me like family. They made sure I was comfortable and well-fed.

But they barely let me out of the house.

"It is for your safety," Marina would say whenever I asked to go outside.

"Mikhail made it very clear. You must stay hidden. You must not step outside. Whatever you need will be brought to you."

So I spent my days inside, helping in the bakery when I could, reading books, and staring out the window.

The only bright spot was Carlo, their son.

He was a sweet little...