#Chapter 231 – Return of the Prince

Daniel slowly shakes his head, putting a hand on Alessi’s shoulder. “We don’t know where dad is,” Daniel says, his voice filled with grief. He glances at me and I move to his side, impressed again at how good an actor Daniel can be. I slip what I hope looks like a comforting arm around my husband’s waist. “What?” Alessi says, shocked, looking between us. “We left,” Daniel says with a sad shrug, “because we knew, when my father escaped, that they would lock us down – maybe even arrest us, even though we weren’t involved. So we fled, wanting to get here as soon as we could. To be with family in these hard times.” Alessi clicks his tongue and shakes his head, murmuring something mournful in Italian. “I had really hoped,” he says, putting his hands into the pockets of his linen pants, “that he would be with you. My old friend.” “I know,” Daniel murmurs, shaking his head again and staring at the ground, looking like he carries a great deal of guilt on his shoulders. Alessi, seeing his