Chapter 13

•HAZEL SANTORO• I woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains, a gentle warmth touching my face. For a moment, I was just disoriented, staring at the high ceiling above me. It took longer than I’d like to admit to remember where I was. Then it all came rushing back—Italy, the deal with Raffaele Mancini, and the 'luxurious' prison room of his mansion.