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VERONA COULDN'T STOP STARING AT THE FOLDER THAT SAT ON THE TABLE. Her worry for what was in it overpowered the curiosity that loomed through her mind. The folder was thin, which meant not much could be stored in it. But knowing her father, the contents of it could be a variety of things. The thought that he knew her location wouldn't leave her mind. Instead of just coming to the shack himself, he sent two hitmen and a folder-- which was full of something she didn't know quite yet. It wasn't a surprise, since he usually sent men to do his work for him-- too much of a coward to do it himself. But the last thing she wanted to do was face her father after two years.
"How the fuck did he find us?" Florence finally asked the question he had been dying to know the answer to the past twenty minutes. The frustration was evident in his tone, as he continued to pace around the room, too anxious to sit still. "No offense, but meeting your fucked up father isn't in my evening plans."
"I made a call to my mother last week." Verona hesitantly admitted, her eyes darting to the floor. She knew calling her mother wasn't the smartest idea, but she just wanted to hear her voice one last time. Florence's head snapped over to her, his eyes widening in shock.
"You what?" He questioned, rubbing his face with his hands. Verona stayed silent, knowing her selfish actions might lead to something bad. "You're smarter than--" He cut himself off quickly, not wanting to throw the phrase she hated most in her face. He watched as her face faltered at his words, which made regret fill his chest. "I'm sorry--" His apology was cut short when she spoke up in attempt to defend her actions.
"I knew Europol wouldn't be able to trace it," She began, letting out a sigh. "but I forgot that he would be able to." He could tell she was mad at herself for her foolish actions, which made him feel bad for raising his voice at her. "I know it was stupid, you don't have to remind me." She raised her arms up in defense, before they fell back to her sides.
Florence was hesitant on the next thing he wanted to say, not knowing how she would react. In that moment, all he wanted was to make her feel better for what she had done, so he assumed admitting something senseless he kept doing would help do that. "I've been sending money to my mother."
"For what?" It was now her turn to ask the demanding questions. His statement confused her, the look on her face displaying that very well. All she knew about his family was that they were loaded, so she didn't understand why he would need to send them money.
"My family went bankrupt a few months before the heist." He informed her, and by his tone of voice she could tell he was embarrassed by this. It was something he never wanted to tell anyone, not wanting to be judged by his family's lack of wealth. "That's why I did it. I needed to help them." To his surprise, Verona didn't turn it into a lecture-- but instead, she simply nodded her head, lips pursing. "I blew through the inheritance my father left when he died. I was fucking stupid and-- s-selfish, I was fucking selfish. I didn't care about anyone but myself. I thought the world owed me something for killing my father when I was three."
