"Mama, can we go to the park?" I look at my 4 year old son. After running away from the mafia from Vincenzo. I did everything to protect him from danger , his father. "Yeah, my little boy" I replied. I took his bagpack that had everything he needed and grabbed the car keys. "C'mon , let's go Enzo". I grabbed his hand and opened the door. My face went pale . He found us.