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“He seems to be doing just fine.”
“Caterina,” she shakes her head. “I am his sister. I know my brother as well as I know myself. When I say you are good for him, I’m not lying to you.”
I glance back at him.
Elio looks up from his computer, and his eyes lock with mine. They’re so dark. He and Gia share features on the surface, but the more I’m around them, the more I realize that they’re as different as night and day.
And where Gia is all ‘day’, Elio is definitely night.
I turn back and glance at her, giving her a shy smile. “Yeah well. I’m not sure he thinks the same thing.”
She snorts. “He is a man, after all. Sometimes men can’t see what’s good for them.”
I have four brothers. I know exactly the idiocy that she’s talking about.
But I don’t respond. Instead, I carve tiny pieces off of my chicken.
I don’t want to be good for Elio. I don’t want to be anything for him.
Because we aren’t anything.
He’s the father of my child. I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to walk away from him now that he knows about her.
There’s no way that I can bring the information on Elio back to my brother, now knowing what Elio will do to Luna after he finds out.
I have to figure out a way to secure her safety.
And then I’m going to destroy him. And Gia.
The thought turns my stomach and I put the chicken down.
You can do this, Caterina.
Except, I’m not sure that I can.
By the timewe touch down somewhere outside of Newark, my heart is in my throat, and I regret all of the chicken that I managed to stomach earlier.
What if something happened to her?
I’m sure that Elio has been talking to Nico, the man on the phone who is clearly his highest ranking guy on the ground. I’m desperate to know what he’s found.
Whether or not it’s Luna and Nonna Mia who live on the burned down farm.
The plane finally stops on the runway, and the engines are powering down when I see two big black cars drive up.
One of their doors opens.
And a familiar small shape emerges.
I don’t care about anything else at that point. I move like a robot, my body making decisions that I am not consciously aware of.
The stairs aren’t even fully descended when I’m on them. My feet hit the pavement, the chill of New Jersey biting into my skin, and I run to my child.
Luna’s eyes, that look so much like Elio’s light up. “Mommy!”
“My baby,” I gasp. I kneel down and she’s running for me too, and when she slams into me I almost fall.
But I don’t.
