Prologue
Thirteen Years Earlier
Sofia DeLuca has always believed that there are some things a mother can never do.
Leave her children.
Lie to the man she loves.
Disappear without saying goodbye.
She is about to discover that a mother can do all three. If it means saving her daughter.
The house is unusually quiet. Adriano is out taking care of business things. Most of the rest of the family has gone to bed, though the lights in the study downstairs are still on. Sofia is upstairs folding laundry when she hears her father-in-law’s voice carry through the hallway.
Salvatore…his voice is low, businesslike.
She almost keeps walking.
The DeLuca men talk about business constantly. Sofia has learned long ago that there are conversations she isn’t supposed to hear and questions she isn’t supposed to ask.
But then she hears a number.
“Yes, thirty-two million…half now, half upon delivery.”
Her hands stop moving. She stands perfectly still.
Salvatore continues speaking. “No. That’s the price.”
Sofia’s heart begins to pound. She moves silently toward the stairs.
“…you understand what you’re buying don’t you?” There is a pause. Then Salvatore laughs. Not the warm laugh he gives his grandchildren. This is different…cold, satisfied.
Sofia takes one step down. Then another. She can see the study door from the landing.
Her father-in-law stands with his back to her, one hand resting against the desk, his phone pressed to his ear.
She can’t hear the person on the other end. But she can hear Salvatore.
“You’ll have to understand,” he says, “she isn’t an ordinary child.”
Sofia stops breathing. Her fingers tighten around the banister.
“She’s five years old,” Salvatore continues. “But that doesn’t mean she’s worth less money.”
Sofia’s blood runs cold. No. No, no, no, no.
“Thirty-two million,” he repeats. “And that’s already a generous offer considering what she can do.”
Sofia’s vision blurs. Elizabeth. He’s talking about her baby. Her little girl.
Her five-year-old daughter who still sleeps with a stuffed fox tucked beneath her arm.
Her daughter who kisses her brothers goodnight. Who calls her father Papa and climbs into his lap every morning.
Her daughter who has no idea that the world outside their home can be cruel.
Salvatore leans against the desk. “Of course there are others who may be interested. If your people want to make another offer, I’ll listen.”
Sofia’s stomach twists. Another offer…other bidders. Her mind struggles to process what she’s hearing.
Then Salvatore says the words that shatter whatever remains of her disbelief.
“She’s family. That makes her more valuable, not less.”
Sofia backs away from the stairs. She doesn’t wait to hear another word. She runs back upstairs quickly.
She flies toward Elizabeth’s bedroom, closes the door without making a sound, and stands there with her back against it.
Her entire body is shaking. She has to think. She has to breathe. She has to get Elizabeth out.
Now.
She crosses the room and opens the closet. Her hands move automatically as she grabs a small suitcase. She packs clothes, underwear, shoes, a few sweaters, Elle’s favorite pajamas. She grabs few more clothes, just the basics and her stuffed fox.
Sofia stops. For one horrible second, she pictures Elizabeth waking up and asking where her brothers are. Where Papa is and why they’re leaving.
Sofia swallows the sob rising in her throat. She can’t take everything, just enough to get them through.
They can’t disappear completely. They need to hide in plain sight. Close enough to the city that nobody will immediately assume they’ve fled. Far enough away that nobody will think to look.
She goes back to her room and opens the safe. Cash, Birth Certificates, a few legal documents. The papers for the property she purchased years ago through one of her shell companies. Sixty acres with a 5 bedroom farmhouse. Nothing flashy, nothing connected to the DeLuca name. It’s perfect. She closes the safe and turns towards the bedroom to pack her own things. Then she turns to the desk in the corner.
Her hands tremble and her vision blurs as she sits at the desk to write her husband a letter.
Adriano,
My love
If you are reading this, I am already gone.
I heard your father tonight. He was talking on the phone to someone about Elizabeth. He was selling her. He said thirty-two million dollars!
I don’t know who was on the other end of that phone. I don’t know who wants our little girl, and I don’t know what they intend to do with her. I only know that I heard enough to know that if I stay here, I am putting her life in danger.
I am terrified, Adriano. I don’t think I have ever been this afraid in my life. But beneath the fear, there is something even worse. I am breaking my own heart. I am leaving you. I am leaving our sons. Dante. Alessandro. Matteo. Niko.
Every piece of my heart that isn’t coming with me.
I don’t know how I am supposed to walk away from our boys. I don’t know how I am supposed to wake up tomorrow and not hear Dante’s voice, or Alessandro and Matteo arguing over something ridiculous, or Niko coming downstairs looking for one of us because he needs something.
They are my babies too. Please, Adriano, hold them for me. Tell them their mother loves them. Tell them I did not leave because I wanted to. Tell them I did not choose Elizabeth over them. I would never choose one of my children over another.
I am choosing to save one of them because right now, she is the one who is in immediate danger. Please help them understand that. I know they will be angry and hurt and they might even hate me for this. I don’t blame them if they do. But please, when they are old enough to understand, tell them the truth. Tell them that I loved them every second I have air in my lungs. Not one day, one hour, not one minute will pass without me thinking about them.
Tell Niko that I am sorry I couldn’t kiss him goodnight.
Tell the twins that I am sorry I wasn’t there to hear about their newest projects.
Tell Dante that I am proud of the man he is becoming.
And please tell all of them that they are not responsible for what happened. None of this is their fault. I need you to protect them. And I need you to protect yourself.
Please, Adriano… don’t come looking for us.
I know you. I know you will want to tear this entire city apart until you find me.
I know you will want answers. I know you will want to put your hands around the throat of anyone who had anything to do with this.
But if you come after us, you could lead them straight to Elizabeth.
I cannot risk that. I have to believe that staying away is the only way to keep her alive.
I bought a property years ago through one of my companies. No one knows about it. It’s far enough away that we can disappear, but close enough that I can still believe there might be a way back to you someday.
That is what I am holding on to. Someday.
I need you to believe in that too. I don’t know how long this will last.
I don’t know if it will be weeks, months or possibly even years.
I don’t know if the danger will ever truly disappear. But if it does… if there ever comes a day when it is safe… I hope you find us. I hope we find our way back to each other.
I hope you can look at me someday and see the woman you married instead of the woman who disappeared in the middle of the night. And I know I have no right to ask this of you, but please…. Please don’t hate me for leaving. I know what this will look like. I know you will feel betrayed.
I know you will wonder why I didn’t wait for you, why I didn’t tell you, why I didn’t give you the chance to protect your daughter yourself.
Because if I had waited for you, you would have stopped me. And if you had stopped me, I don’t know if Elizabeth would have survived. I couldn’t take that chance. I had to choose the thing that would hurt all of us.
And I am so sorry. Goodness, Adriano, I am so sorry.
I love you. I love you more than I know how to put into words. You are my husband. You are the father of our children. You are the man I promised forever to. And I am not walking away from that promise because I stopped loving you.
I am walking away because I love you enough to trust that you will protect our boys while I protect our daughter. Please don’t let them forget me. Please don’t let them believe I abandoned them. And please don’t let Elizabeth ever believe that her Papa didn’t love her. Because you do. You love her more than anything. She knows that. Someday, when she is old enough, I will tell her.
And if I am lucky enough to see you again, I will spend the rest of my life making up for every moment I stole from you.
Until then, keep our boys safe. Keep yourself alive.
And Adriano…… trust no one.
Please remember me as I was when you kissed me goodnight. I love you, Adriano. Today, Tomorrow, Always.
Until we find each other again.
Sofia
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A sob breaks free as Sofia folds the letter and slides it into an envelope. She presses a kiss to the letter and then she places it where he will find it.
She quickly goes to get their daughter. She wraps her in her favorite quilt and carries her and the small suitcase to the car. They are gone before sunrise. Sofia drives without stopping.
Elizabeth sleeps in the back seat for most of the journey, curled beneath the blanket, her tear-streaked face turned toward the window.
“Momma?”
“I’m here.”
“Where are we going? Are we almost home?”
Sofia grips the steering wheel.
“Not yet, baby. We’re going somewhere safe.”
Elizabeth sniffles. “Will Papa come too?”
Sofia’s throat closes. “Papa loves you more than there are stars in the sky.”
That isn’t an answer and Elizabeth knows it.
She is brilliant enough to know when adults are avoiding a question.
But she is five and she is exhausted. So eventually she closes her eyes again.
The farmhouse appears through the darkness. Sofia knows the property well.
Sixty acres of quiet, isolated land, surrounded by fields and trees. No neighbors close enough to see who comes or goes. No DeLuca connections, no family history, no reason for anyone to look here.
She carries Elizabeth inside as she clings to her neck.
She has cried so much that her voice is hoarse. “I want Dante momma.”
Sofia closes her eyes. “I know.”
“I want Alessandro and Matteo too.”
“I know, baby.”
“Niko is my best friend.”
Sofia’s tears finally fall.
“I know he is honey.”
Elizabeth buries her face against her mother’s shoulder and cries. “I want my Papa.”
Sofia holds her tighter. “I know baby, I know.”
They sit snuggled together on the bed in the master bedroom on the main floor. It’s well past midnight now. Elizabeth is wrapped in a blanket, her eyes swollen from crying. Sofia brushes her daughter’s hair away from her forehead. “There is something I need you to understand.”
Elizabeth nods. “Are we in trouble?”
“No, sweetheart.”
“Is Papa in trouble?”
Sofia hesitates. “I don’t know.”
Elizabeth’s little brow furrows. “My grandfather?”
Sofia’s heart breaks. “Yes.”
“Did Grandpa do something bad?”
Sofia takes a slow breath. “Grandpa was talking to a bad man.”
Elizabeth stares at her. “He wanted to hurt me?”
Sofia pulls her closer. “He wanted to take you away from us.”
“But why?”
“Because you are special.”
Elizabeth looks confused. “Because I’m smart and like to build computers?”
Sofia smiles through her tears. “Because you’re my little girl.”
Elizabeth thinks about that. Then quietly asks, “Is the bad man a mafia?”
Sofia freezes. Children shouldn’t know that word. Not children like Elizabeth. But Elizabeth remembers everything she hears.
Every word. Every voice. Every conversation.
Sofia has known that for years. She simply hasn’t realized how dangerous that gift can become. “I think the man has connections to the Camorra,” Sofia whispers.
Elizabeth nods as though her mother has just explained something ordinary.
“What do we do?”
Sofia takes both of her daughter’s hands. “We hide.”
“For how long?”
“I don’t know that yet baby, but papa is going to do everything he can go make it safe for us to go back home.”
“Will I see Papa and my brothers again?” She says as tears start to fall again.
Sofia looks into her daughter’s eyes. “I hope so, but it could take a long time.”
Elizabeth looks down. Sofia’s heart shatters. She has to give her daughter something. A way to survive what comes next.
“Elizabeth, I need you to do something very important for me.”
“Okay, Momma.”
“I need you to listen to me carefully. Always remember how much I love you. Your papa and brothers didn’t know I was taking you away to hide. They love you and will miss you so very much. I want you to remember that someday.” Elizabeth wipes her eyes and nods.
“Now I need you to find a box.”
Elizabeth blinks. “A box?”
“Yes. A box in your mind.”
Her daughter’s expression changes. She is listening now.
“Put everything that happened tonight inside that box.”
“Everything?”
“Everything.”
“What Grandpa said and what the bad man wanted?”
“Yes.”
“Everything I remember!?”
Sofia nods. “Every word.”
Elizabeth thinks for several seconds. “Then what do I do?”
“Close the box.”
“How?”
“However you want.”
Elizabeth closes her eyes.
Sofia watches her. “Now lock it tight.”
“With a key?”
“If you want.”
“What if I need it?”
“You won’t.”
“What if I forget where the key is?”
Sofia’s voice softens. “You won’t.” Because Sofia knows something about her daughter that even Elizabeth doesn’t understand.
Elizabeth doesn’t forget. She never forgets. Not words. Not faces. Not sounds. Not things she reads and not things she sees. Nothing.
“So who gets the key momma?” Elizabeth whispers.
Sofia’s heart clenches. “Only Papa.”
Elizabeth opens her eyes. “Only Papa?”
“Only him.” She confirms.
“How will he know?”
“He’ll know, because he already has the key.” Sofia kisses her forehead. “And when he calls you his Volpina again, you’ll know it’s him. Only your papa’s voice saying that word can let these memories out of the box.”
Elizabeth smiles faintly. “Little fox.”
“That’s right baby.”
“Because I’m smart.”
“And tiny.” Sofia says as she tickles her lightly.
Elizabeth giggles and for the first time that night, Sofia smiles.
“My sweet Volpina.” She holds her daughter until she’s fast asleep. And then she closes her eyes and hopes she didn’t make the biggest mistake of her life.
She doesn’t know if she has saved her. She doesn’t know if Adriano will ever forgive her. She doesn’t know if Salvatore will discover the truth. She doesn’t know if the man on the other end of that phone call will stop looking. She only knows one thing. She will spend the rest of her life protecting her daughter. Whatever it costs her.
Morning comes quietly.
Sunlight slips through the curtains, painting soft golden lines across the room.
Sofia wakes slowly, warm and comfortable. For a moment, she doesn’t remember where she is. Then she feels the small body curled against her and instinctively tightens her arms around her daughter.
Elizabeth.
Sofia rests her cheek against Elizabeth’s hair, breathing in the familiar scent. She must have fallen asleep beside her sometime during the night. For a moment, she simply stays there, holding her.
Then Elizabeth stirs in her arms.
Her eyes flutter open, and she looks around the room, confused. When she realizes her mother is holding her, she goes still.
Sofia smiles sleepily. “Good morning, baby.”
Elizabeth stares at her for a moment. “Good morning,” she whispers.
Something in her voice makes Sofia sit straighter. “Did you sleep okay?”
Elizabeth nods. “Yes momma.”
The little girl looks around the unfamiliar bedroom, then back at Sofia. “Who am I?”
Sofia’s heart pounds. She turns slowly in the bed. “It’s okay, everything’s okay.”
Elizabeth watches her cautiously. “What is my name?”
Sofia’s eyes fill with tears. She was not expecting Elizabeth to put her entire life into that box.
Elizabeth stares at her. “Momma?” She’s waiting for a reply.
Sofia nods. She reaches for her daughter’s hand. “You are my sweet Ella. Ella Lucas is your name. And we are going to be just fine.”
Elizabeth nods. “Where’s my Papa?”
The question nearly destroys her. Sofia kisses her little hand. “Your Papa loves you very much.”
“Where is he?”
Sofia’s heart cracks open. “Someday, I hope you see him again.”
Ella frowns. “Why someday?”
Sofia looks at the daughter she has stolen from her own life to save it. Because somewhere inside that brilliant little mind is a locked box.
She only knows the key belongs to one man.
“Because sometimes,” Sofia whispers, “the people we love have to wait a very long time to find each other.”
Elizabeth doesn’t understand. She doesn’t remember.
Not Dante.
Not Alessandro.
Not Matteo.
Not Niko.
Not the house that was her home.
Not the father who called her Volpina.
Nothing.
Sofia pulls her daughter into her arms.
And for the first time since she ran from home, she allows herself to cry.
Because she has succeeded. Her daughter is safe. Her daughter remembers nothing and somewhere, buried deep inside the mind of a five-year-old girl, is a locked box containing every secret the DeLuca family has ever tried to hide.
Waiting for her Papa to come and find her and give her the key.
