C17 Chapter 17

Ginevra

“Are you okay, dear?” she asked, noticing the tears that threatened to spill.

“I have no home anymore,” I whimpered.

My tears started flowing when she pulled me into a hug. I felt useless from being a bad girl from the mafia; all of a sudden, I was back to being a weak little girl who needed comfort. The lady was kind enough to take me in, and we both got in her husband's old blue van