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I have decided that I will take my father’s position.
I will take what is mine.
I glance at Seraphina, sitting on her phone. She needs to know who I am. I don’t need to tell her about being heir to the mafia family, not until that is concluded within my family. But sheneeds to know about me, the truth, to prepare for when I tell her that. No more hiding and holding back. I want her in my life.
“Little bird, I think it is time I told you some things about me.”
29
Seraphina
Antonio is out withKalo, and I am alone at the hotel. Last night, he told me why he was in New York. He told me that his father left him a lot. That is why he came to New York to claim his inheritance. Why would that be such a secret?
It was a lot to take in, but none of it bothered me. He told me he was scared it would push me away from him or overwhelm me. He reassured me he wants to be with me, that his feelings for me are real.
I listened to him and felt a little detached from it all. I am happy that he felt he could share it with me. I also wondered why he did not tell me sooner. He was keeping his own secrets while I was keeping mine. When I opened up about my secrets, he continued to keep his.
I wonder if he told me everything.
Is he perhaps hiding more?
He told me that his father left him a lot. That is why he came to New York to claim his inheritance. Why would that be such a secret? He mentioned some issues with his family that he was sorting out, but again, nothing so dramatic that it needed to be a secret.
The thing is, it might have upset me to know he felt he couldn’t tell me in the beginning, but I am so lost in my own worries and my own tasks I can’t process everything all at once.
I guess I took what he told me and stored it away in the back of my mind to look at later. The only thing that was important in all of it was that he wants to be with me still.
I want to be with him, too, but I can't focus on that either right now.
I am struggling more and more than the days go by, knowing that my father was alive all this time.
I have given in and phoned my grandfather and ask him if he knew.
Was he also kept in the dark? I imagine he would have been to keep it from everyone makes sense.
“Seraphina, my angel. How are you doing in New York?” My Gung Gung’s voice is instantly reassuring to me. It feels like a safe space and reminds me of home.
“Ah gung, are you keeping well? Are you looking after yourself? I worry about you.”
“Oh, stop that. I am perfectly capable of looking after myself. I got this far in life, didn’t I?” he chuckles. “Tell me about New York.”
“Ah gung, I found out something.” I hesitate. “I saw my father. He is alive. I saw him with my own eyes.”
There is heavy silence on the other end of the line. I hear my Gung Gung take a deep breath. What is he thinking about? Is this a shock to him? Is it as much of a shock as it was to me?
“Ah gung? Are you there?”
“I am here, Seraphina.”
“My father is alive,” I say again, then wait for his response.
“Are you alright?” he asks, and it tells me nothing.
“Did you know?” I hold my breath.
After a moment passes, he says, “I knew.”
My heart is gripped by cold talons. They pierce into it, and the pain sears through me like acid.
