The police station was filled up with criminals, and officials trying to keep everything in check.
Isabella sat in a plastic chair that stuck to her legs. Her hands still shook from the warehouse… from seeing Luca like that… from almost losing Clara and Giovanni.
"Miss Isabella," Detective Romano said as he sat across from her. His tie was crooked, and there were coffee stains on his shirt. "Tell me again why you were at that warehouse."
Isabella glanced at Matteo, who sat next to her. He was still and calm like always, but she saw the tension in his shoulders and the tight line of his jaw. "We got a call," she said, her voice low. "Someone said they had my family."
"And you didn't think to call the police first?" the detective asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We were scared they would hurt them," Isabella said, gripping her hands together.
Detective Romano wrote something in his notebook as the pen scratched against the paper, the only sound in the small room.
