Plans to escape.

Unfortunately, my plans to leave Dante didn't work out because of Pedro's refusal to co-operate. My greatest fear had finally come through seeing my little boy unwilling to leave his father behind. I was at the end of my patience after going through such a stressful fight with Dante so I put on my most sternest face to order my son. "Pedro, I am serious. Get up from the floor right now!"

My voice was like a whiplash that made him flinch but he stubbornly laid on the floor like a ball and started wailing. I released a string of Italian curses that I wouldn't have let him hear on a normal day. At the end, I gave up on the idea knowing that my husband was right. I had no where to go and I couldn't risk Pedro's life when I still hadn't caught the person who was trying to kill me.

The following days of the week passed without Dante's return after our argument. At first, I was very pleased that he wasn't here to anger me but the feelings soon changed to panic and then anger and resentment.