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“Yeah, I know.” He acted like I was a villain. “But just like always, you lash out, then you come down here and blame your shit on everyone else and expect us to just brush it off.”
“No, I don’t.”
“You do.”
I tried to control my breathing, but it was taking a lot of will power, and then I thought about Rosa’s words.
“Okay, fine. You want to know the truth of what’s really bothering me?”
“I really don’t care.”
I was going to lose it. “I caught Sienna going through my things today, and I’m not sure how to deal with that.” I watched as his eyes went to slits and wrinkled at the corners. “She didn’t see me, but I watched her dig through my purse, you know, the big brown one I always use. So, maybe you can tell me why she would be doing that.”
“Sienna wouldn’t do that.”
“No?” I folded my arms. “Ask her, then.”
“Okay.” He held up his ear bud as if to ask if I was finished.
I did love my boys, but we’d always had an up and down relationship. I wasn’t happy what life had dealt me, but they were. I thought part of me was jealous that they’d always gotten what they wanted. Not to mention that Bosco got what he wanted, too. So, that left me here, under the watchful eye of his mother and that creepy driver of hers, Abramo, who always seemed to be watching me. Sure, Bosco had offered many times to divorce me, but I needed the security of his money, so I refused, and so I’m forced to stay here.
“Do you really know where her loyalty lies?” I said to my son, and he simply shrugged, but I hoped I’d at least planted a seed.
“Do me a favor.” He dropped the weights, breathing heavily. “Keep your own insecurities away from Sienna.”
“Meaning?”
“Mama,” he used his teeth to peel back the Velcro from his workout gloves, “you get into these moods, where everyone annoys you, and you pick one person to be the target of your anger.”
“Vinni—”
“No, Mama, just stop. Elio is happy, Sienna is happy, everyone is happy but you. Don’t drag us all down with whatever the hell is bothering you this week.”
“Vinni?” Bosco called from another room, and I cursed under my breath.
“Like that.” He pointed at me. “What did Papa do now to get your back up?”
“Well, for starters, he never told me he was coming.”
“To his own house? The nerve!” He dripped with sarcasm, which only annoyed me further. He started to walk out of the room, but I stepped in his way.
“Sienna is just like her mother, slippery, and devious when poked. Just question her, see why she’s here digging around. I bet she’ll deny everything.”
“Maybe she’ll deny it because she was never here.”
“She took my notebook, the one with the leather string that ties around it. You don’t believe me, so ask her about it.”
“Whatever.” He pushed by me, and I stayed put, waiting for him and Bosco to leave the house. Once I felt it was safe, I whisked upstairs, grabbed my purse, and headed for my car. I needed to plant the notebook.
Wyatt watched as I zipped the last of the suitcases and ran through my list one last time.
“So, where are you going first?”
“Umm,” I flipped open my notebook, “Grosseto, Rome, Sicily,” I gave him a weary look, “Naples, Bari, Pesaro.”
“Is that all?” he joked and opened a bottle of water to down his next round of painkillers. He gave a quickouchas he lifted his arm.
“Those ribs will hurt for a while.” I sympathized. “There were more, but Elio wants to have a summer wedding, so we shaved off about six other places.”
