57|That Scheming Look

~Benny~

The contrast between ‘Rylee the assassin’ and ‘Rylee as Mrs. Martinelli’ mirrors day and night. Her eyes were void of emotion when she killed Melanie. She was a woman with one mission: eliminating her target. But right now, watching her breastfeed Ramona while Mikael played with the caterpillar xylophone beside her, I couldn’t imagine she could be the same woman who saved me from Melanie.

She eyed Mikael with immeasurable fondness, releasing Ramona, crawling toward his brother.

It’s been two days since we arrived in Sicily, and Rylee spent their afternoon under the shade of the old oak tree. The twins love playing on the blanket, Mikael in particular. He’s fond of the outdoors, his curious eyes following every moving animal and insect he sees. On the other hand, Ramona was content sleeping or sitting beside her mom; she was timid.

Rylee lifted her gaze to me as I approached, carrying a tray of snacks. I made club sandwiches for Rylee and me, while the twins never tired of eati