Chapter 5

Anaya

“May I ask you a question?” I asked the man seated next to me, who was apparently my father. My hand was still in his grasp when we exited Nicolas’ office and sat in the car. We were driving somewhere, although I’m not sure where.

With a heavy Italian accent, he squeezed my hand and said, “Of course, bambino.”

“Where are we going?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t somewhere dangerous.

“Home,” he whispered, tenderly smiling at me. My eyes welled up with tears. This is how my father or my uncle, I think, used to look at me. I miss them.

“Hmm... Could you tell me more about this? Right now, I’m at a loss for words,” I murmured.

“As soon as we get home, I’ll answer all of your questions. We appear to have arrived at our destination. Jacob, please go to the back door,” he said. My brow furrowed. He doesn’t want to be seen with me. That’s why he wanted Nicolas to keep me a secret. Maybe I’m not legitimate. A wave of sorrow washed over me.

We walked to his home, which appeared to be con