Juliana's POV"Time's up," the guard said."I love you, Dad," I finally said."Marco is dangerous, don't agree to anything he says, Jules," my father said urgently. "Even if I rot in here, I can't let you ruin yourself. Protect your mother."The visitation time ended quickly. I walked out of the detention center, my heart heavy as lead.A brand-new, bubblegum-pink Porsche was parked at the curb. Isabella leaned against the driver's side door, waving at me."Hey," she said with a grin. "Like it? It's new.""It's beautiful," I said dryly. "You're still here?""You're on your way to tutor Matteo, right? Get in, I'll give you a ride," she said, enthusiastically opening the car door. "We can chat on the way."I couldn't refuse and got in."I hope my brother isn't being too much of a handful," Isabella said, breaking the silence. "He's actually very kind, just... a little lonely.""I think so too.""I've been so busy with the wedding lately, I've neglected him," she sighed. "I love Marco so
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