#Chapter31
Walking out of the airport rolling my bag alongside me, I breath in the fresh air of the salty sea water, the boisterous life of Italians. A warm smile crept on my face hearing the distant announcement of the next flight leaving Italy. For eight years I left my home, my country, my people, the mafia. Like the little girl I was I ran away in fear, lived in fear but now; I am about done with the fear.
Elijah was right. I never take responsibility of my mistakes rather I keep running thinking it chase away the troubles. Guess it is time to face my demons and confront them. Looking back into the airport, I only hope Elijah this time doesn't come after me. I hope he finds a better woman and not his ugly ass fiancée. And if I die, I hope I get to see his beautiful face one last time.
/"Sonia? Sonia Vatore? Is that you ma'am?/" The well dressed chauffeur looks at me questionably calling a name I long lost to myself.
