Luciano’s POVBy about six in the morning, we arrived in London. It was raining hard when we got here, and we pulled over into a dark alleyway behind a brewery. Judging by the buildings here, we were in Whitechapel. We sat quietly in the car, the only sound around us being the sound of the rain pouring over the city. I took out my phone, and Mariella, seated in the back seat with the kids, stared at me, confused. I could see her expression from the rear-view mirror. “What is it?” I asked, not taking my eyes off my phone. “What is it? You suddenly stopped us in this random place, and you're asking me what it is?” She responded. “You do realize we're under attack, right?” I asked.“We're under attack, Papa?” Antonio asked. Shit. I forgot the kids were here. “No, buddy. Your mom and I are just discussing something.” I said, looking back at him with a smile. I looked at Elena, and she was locked in on her iPad with earbuds in her ears. “Come on, buddy. Go watch cartoons with your sis
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