17. Dante

She's still in bed, curled up into a ball with a hand over her stomach. Her mother shoves me aside and practically runs to her. Fuck, she's fast. I'm pretty sure I left her downstairs. Why didn't I check on her?

"Mia cara, are you okay? Why didn't you call?"

"I'm fine mama" she grits out writhing. It's clear she's far from fine. How the fuck did her mother know she was sick?

"Why were you here alone? Isn't your husband taking care of you?" She spits out throwing me a dirty look "I knew Elena was lying about everything. Get up. We're going home"

"Mama..."

"I don't want to hear it, Emilia. You can be angry at us all you want but do it from home" I think she's joking until she hauls Emiliana up. Slipping slippers on her feet, she wraps an arm around her waist and helps her up. I'm at a loss here. I don't know what's wrong or if I can fix it. But I don't want her to leave. Once she's better, her parents might secretly ship her out of the country to hide her from me. Still, if it means easi