162- Dear Son

It wouldn't be a sensible move to tell Rafael about his mom. He would never trust her, "Rafael… what if… I mean the security of our kids… like the house…"

"I assure you, little Greene," he pinched her chin and raised her face, "Once we make the announcement, they'll have twenty-four hours bodyguards around them. Just think of it. More space, better opportunities, better security, and then our presence," he tucked back a stray hair behind her ear, "I can't stay at Sophie's place, Marissa. It's a small house and it's not fair to Flint to jam-pack his house. I know he was there for you, all this time. And I want to do the same to him and Sophie. If you can convince them, ask them to move with us. I don't have a problem with it."

Marissa's jaw dropped at his words. He was ready to move her friends to his house. For her?

 But then another thought crossed her mind, "What if your mom and wife want to move in there?"