Isabella

Despite what had just happened, Em seemed calm as we headed south from Little Italy. He reached over and splayed his long fingers over my thigh. “I’m sorry if that scared you.”

“I think I was too unsure of what was happening to be scared.” I looked down at the white bag from the bakery. “The cannoli though…they’re smashed.”

Em smiled. “They’ll still taste great.”

“Why would some young kid try to rob you?”

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