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Fading Snow, Long Island Chapter 13
My flight was tomorrow morning, direct to Toronto. Tonight was our last night in Budapest. Our last night together. I wanted to take a cruise, drink champagne. But he was trying to make me admit I still loved him. “Lucia, don’t be so cold to me. Laugh at me, cry at me, get angry at me—I can take it. The only thing I fear is your indifference.” I gave him a small smile. “Don’t overthink it. Tomorrow we part. Let’s end this peacefully, without bad blood.” He stared at me. “I can’t.” I pulled my coat tighter against the river wind. Just as I lowered my head, he said softly: “Because I love you.” I thought I’d misheard. But he said it again. Firm. Steady. “I love you.” “Don’t,” I said. “You don’t love me. You love control. Because I ran away, because you can’t hold me, you want to pull me back.” His blue eyes fixed on me. “Why can’t I love you? I have the ability to love. I want to be good to you. I want to travel the world with you. I know my feelings for y
Fading Snow, Long Island Chapter 12
The last day. We walked along the Danube. At 7:35 p.m., the Parliament building lit up. Golden light shimmered on the river. Enzo suddenly said, “Valentina got divorced.” I blinked, then smiled. “Congratulations. You two can pick up where you left off.” He looked at me seriously. “I was never with her. And I never liked her.” It was the first time I’d heard him say it. “Valentina wrote to me,” he said. “She said she had depression and begged me to save her. Said I was the only light in her life.” “I didn’t like her. But I couldn’t be cold. She said all she wanted was to watch one movie with me. Her favorite: Roman Holiday.” What happened next, I already knew. “After your mother’s public reprimand, my first thought was: she’s depressed. Will she kill herself? So I stood by her to protect her. I had my father send money to her family…” “But later I found out her depression was fake. She never had it. She’d been lying to me the whole time.” Enzo’s face was turn
Fading Snow, Long Island Chapter 11
We shared a bed again. But we were never intimate. Enzo knew I rejected him—physically, mentally. So he didn’t touch me. His walk‑in closet was on the second floor. Every morning I’d pick out the suit and shirt he’d chosen the day before, then go to the accessories area for a watch, cufflinks, tie. These were our final days. We mimicked the routines of the past five years. With one look, I knew what he wanted to wear. With one glance from me, he knew to tilt his head up for me to tie his tie, or raise his hand for me to fasten his cufflinks. Outside the floor‑to‑ceiling windows, Long Island trees cast shifting shadows. Wind blew through the leaves, throwing pale green light onto the white marble floor. In the mirror, he wore a charcoal Brioni suit. I wore a peach silk slip dress. At that moment, peaceful and gentle, we really did look like newlyweds. But we weren’t. We were just temporary lovers. Or not even that. The hatred between us far outweighed any lov
Fading Snow, Long Island Chapter 10
My mother hated the word “teacher.” Because she’d once taken pride in being a dean, in using her authority to crush students. She thought she’d done a great job, but in the end, parents joined forces and forced her to resign. Her scar was ripped open. She lost it and started screaming at me: “This is all your fault, you worthless child! If you’d studied something useful and made good money, would we be in this mess?” I’d heard that a thousand times. She’d been saying it for years. It didn’t really hurt anymore. But Enzo lost it. This was the first time he’d seen her go after me like that. “Is that how you talk to her?” His voice was low and furious. “Do you deserve to be called a mother? From the moment you saw her, did you ask once how she was doing? Whether she’s been hurt? No—all you care about is money. You’re obsessed with bleeding her dry!” “Do you know how tired she is? She’s so stressed she’s seeing a therapist! She’s holed up in that little room in Queens,
Fading Snow, Long Island Chapter 9
At the hospital, I went into the ward alone. My parents weren’t there. Marco was lying in bed playing games. He was surprised to see me. “You’ve been traveling? Haven’t seen you in a while.” “No. But I’ll be going away soon.” “Where?” Marco perked up at the word travel. “Is Enzo going with you?” I paused. “We broke up. There won’t be any more money each month.” Marco sat straight up. “No way!” “Yes or no, it’s not your call,” I said coldly. “I’m your sister, not your ATM. I have my own life. I can’t be your hostage forever.” “I’m your brother!” Marco yelled. “It’s the law! If parents can’t support a sibling, the older sister has to! You have to give me money!” I shrugged. “Fine. Sue me. The court will order me to give you, what, three hundred a month at most.” Marco realized I was serious. He jumped up and accused me: “How can you be so stupid? Enzo Vitale is so rich—why couldn’t you hold onto him?” “You do it then,” I sneered. “Be his mistress.” Marco shouted,
Fading Snow, Long Island Chapter 8
I wrote like crazy. Day and night. A month later, I’d saved quite a bit. Between that and my old savings, I had about twenty thousand dollars. Not enough for Europe, but enough for Canada or Mexico. I’d figure out leaving later. I wanted to go somewhere where I’d never see snow again. I contacted an immigration agency about leaving the country. They gave me a detailed plan. It looked good, but who knew if it was legit. I was researching online when Leo called. His voice was hoarse and tired. “Senior, can you talk to Enzo for me?” Turns out Enzo was investing in Leo’s competitor. He was poaching Leo’s patients, undercutting prices, using shady tactics to disrupt Leo’s practice. All because of me. Leo was collateral damage. He’d been so good to me. I couldn’t let him suffer. “Okay,” I said. “I’ll set up a meeting with Enzo as soon as I can.” That night, another call from an unknown number. I answered directly: “I need to see you.” The breathing on
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