Metanoia (n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life.
Part one
Darcy Russo a nine year old girl living in a run down orphanage on the outskirts of Athens, Greece has had to fend for herself for the majority of her life. Bei...
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"Come on it's ready," Luca smiles, peaking his head from behind the door frame and looking at me, Darcy and Santiago who are watching Black mirror in the movie room.
We returned last night from our mission to eliminate another rival arms business that popped up near the coast, we were obviously all excited to see Darcy but we arrived to a worried Santiago and Romeo who told us about the events that took place while we were away.
After explaining in detail what transpired, it was clear that Darcy's 'friend' had something to do with the mysterious explosion. We all agreed not to tell her, we know it would break her heart to know that her best friend played a role in her attempted murder and we were told by her doctor to avoid stressing her out.
To distract her from any suspicious thoughts we hastily put together a little gender reveal in the back garden. She always said she wanted something small with just her family which made the guest list easy but she was really upset when she found out that Elena 'couldn't come'.
The truth is she's gone completely ghost, Lorenzo questioned Darcy's new friends and they said she left soon after Darcy did and hasn't been seen since.
"Chop chop," Luca calls as he hurries down the hallway in front of a waddling Darcy and me and Santiago who are slowly walking, matching her pace.
She's only six months but her stomach is the size of a full term one, it's funny watching her waddle around all day.
"Okay, ready?" Luca says excitedly, as he removes his hands that were covering Darcy's eyes revealing a decorated back garden.
A huge pastel yellow ballon arch is in the centre, surrounded by banners and fairy lights. Luca had Arlo and Dante but together this diy wooden table that's made out of wooden pallets and covered in a table cloth so that's it's close to the ground.
Darcy finds sitting in chairs uncomfortable so theres pillows surrounding the table as well as blankets.
"I love it! Thank you," She gratefully thanks Luca before heading out into the yard. I follow her, almost tripping over Bear who lays asleep in the sun like the lazy old bastard he is.
She's talking with our brothers when she locks eyes with a women who's walking through the backdoor, chatting with Luca. She immediately gasps, causing me to look towards the woman I don't recognise.
"Oh my god! How the fuck did you get here?" She squeals, waddling as fast as she can to the woman and engulfing her in a hug.
"Language," The woman playfully scolds her.
"Who's that? Your grandmother?" Santiago asks, watching the interaction intently. I shake my head, having no idea who this woman is.
"Surprise!" Luca shouts, doing jazz hands like an idiot. "I can't believe it," Darcy says ecstatically, now hugging Luca.
Darcy and the woman approach us, arms linked. "You guys remember Mrs Gail right!" Darcy asks excitedly.
