Thirty:

Thirty:

It wasn’t a dream this time.

My real father was alive and well. I was in a secret loft that Cesare Luna apparently owned. I had lived with my aunt. She had pretended to be my mother. But she was not my mother, and my real one had been on the run from Donatello. My father’s brother. My uncle. Nothing made sense.

When Cesare finished telling me what we were going to do, I couldn’t help but feel strange. Not because I didn’t believe that he would help me save my family. But because I didn’t know what was real anymore.

I was a Vitore.

But who was my father? Titus claimed to be. Donatello had also. I didn’t know what was the truth anymore. My father had left me alone. But Cesare was still in the room, looking directly at me. “What are you thinking?” Cesare asked.

“I’m thinking you’re unhinged,” I told him, “And I’m thinking that I don’t trust anyone anymore.”

He smiled and walked over to the wall. There was a picture hanging from there that I hadn’t noticed before. I squinted at it