Luca

The next morning, I got a text from Dad. I wanted to ignore it, but I didn’t dare.

I didn’t want to be a part of what was going on, but I knew I couldn’t separate myself from it, either. I’d feel guilty if I did nothing and that poor rich woman thought she’d met a couple of crooks.

Come over to breakfast, meet the family.

I frowned because his message didn’t make much sense to me. What family? He didn’t mean him and the woman he was planning to con, right?

Whatever.

He made me stop yesterday, but the guilt had been killing me since I’d turned my back on them. There was no way I was going to be a part of this; I had to say something.

It was damn early, and I couldn’t sleep well last night, but I jumped out of bed to go and find Dad. I went to take a quick shower and found some clean clothes to get dressed before I left my dorm. There was still some time before I had to meet them for breakfast, but I figured it would be fine if I made my way over there slowly.

I was walking through the