Don't talk about the past

Jude POV

I held the hat out to her, and she took it with a sweet smile. “Quick reflexes are required to survive if you have as many enemies as I do. But I don’t know why I caught this thing. It’s ugly.” Isadora had once again chosen an outfit I decidedly hadn’t chosen for her. Cowboy boots, black shorts with suspenders, a bright pink sweater, and an oversized coat would have fit me as well. It was a fashion nightmare.

Worry tightened her face, her hand frozen on the door. “How many attempts at your life have you survived?”

I tried to remember. It was difficult to say. There had been so many.

Only a couple had gotten close.

Isadora shook her head. “Never mind; if you have to think about it this long, I probably don’t want to know. Just promise to be careful, okay?”

I walked around the car and opened the back door, then lifted Simona out. Isadora and I had already fallen into a sort of routine where my children were concerned. She handled Daniele, and I handled Simona. It made our live