Chapter 39 The Stranger Called Mummy

• Florence – Monday Afternoon
• The late afternoon sun poured gold across the tiled roofs of Florence as the private jet glided down onto the secluded airstrip. Far from the chaos of public terminals, this airfield was silent, serene stillness broken only by the soft growl of an idling black SUV.
• Inside the car, Granny sat beside Allesandro, her eyes watching the sky, her hand resting protectively on the boy’s back. He was fidgeting again, bouncing his legs off the seat, gripping his moon book against his chest like a shield.