Chapter 34

  ALERA

  Dante interjects. "Her father is ill. Things slowed down."

  Gasps and sympathetic sounds around the table.

  "And your mother?" Mrs Moretti asks gently.

  "She passed when I was four," I say quietly.

  "Oh cara," she says, hand to her heart. "Mi dispiace. I'm so sorry."

  Dante rubs my ba...

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