*Cat*
I paced in front of the door, unable to sit down and wait for Elio. He had spoken to me only long enough to tell me that the meeting had gone horribly and that we were going to go to war. I didn’t know what he meant by that, but I knew it wasn’t going to be good.
I was already bracing myself for Elio to insist that I be locked away in a safe house until every last one of Ignacio’s men had been killed. I knew that I would have to play that conversation very carefully.
I would never let Elio lock me away, but I also didn’t want him to feel like he had to fight me when it came to protecting our baby. It was tough being pregnant and knowing that my actions affected the safety of more than just myself. I would never forgive myself if I stubbornly put our baby in danger simply because I refused to go into hiding, but at the same time, I knew that I couldn’t spend my life running away from our problems.
