Rome’s mother was still crying. He’d been home for a few hours, and she was still sobbing as if he was the one that was dead. His father and McNair had spent most of that time in the study while Rome sat in his bloodstained shirt with his arm around his mother, apologizing.
Eventually, the two men came out. “Lacy, why don’t you leave us be for a few moments?” Monty asked in a tone that conveyed it wasn’t a question.
Wiping at her eyes, Lacy got up and walked out of the room, still sobbing but getting control of herself.
“We have made a decision,” Rome’s father said, sitting across from him on a leather sofa that looked identical to the one where he was sitting. “You’ll be going to Italy for a while.”
“What?” Rome could hardly believe what he was hearing. “What do you mean?”
