It takes Simon, and his partner, less than fifteen minutes to do a sweep of the house, grab our bags, load them up, and usher us out of the front door. All the while Nicolo clings to my hand and presses against my side, shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. His eyes are wide, face pale, and skin clammy when we climb into the SUV. I pull the seat belt across his lap as Simon backs out of my driveway under the cover of darkness. Nicolo’s fear, the cloud of uncertainty that makes it hard to think, hard to…
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