Through the window, I recognize Palermo Cathedral.
I'm free.
I know the panic attack has passed, but if another one hits, I don't want to be helpless in anyone's hands.
This may be my only chance.
“Don't even think about escaping,” he warns.
I need to distract him.
“Nothing I told you happened. Every word you say will sound like the desperate lies of a traitor.”
His voice makes me sick.
My mouth is dry.
I can't think straight.
The panic begins creeping back.
“You'll pay for this.”
“I'm sorry, piccola, but you'll be dead tomorrow.”
He sighs.
“I don't care if I end up in Hell, as long as you're there waiting when I arrive.”
“You've never been capable of doing anything to me. You're just a foolish little girl. For God's sake, you were at the mercy of my gun. You'll die the same
