Se connecterThe day before Rosa's surgery, Luca and Elena finalized the divorce.On the day of the surgery, I knelt outside the operating room and prayed. If it was possible, I would give my own life in exchange for my daughter's. Just let her be safe. Let her live well.Maybe the Madonna finally heard me. The surgery went without a problem.When the operating room doors opened, Luca had been standing next to me for six hours. There was a dark patch on the shoulder of his suit.We both stayed with Rosa, so she'd see us the moment she opened her eyes.Rosa's recovery was remarkable. She could finally cry and laugh the way healthy children do. She ran across the lawn at the estate.Luca kicked the ball with her in the grass. I called them in for dinner and he scooped her up and put her on his shoulders."Anna, do you still want to go back to school?"He brought it up like it was obvious. "Rosa's well now. You don't have to spend your whole life scraping. Didn't you used to have dreams?"Leaving scho
I couldn't hear the other end. But it wasn't hard to guess what was being said. It wasn't a call to offer blessings.I didn't want to listen. Luca reached out and took my hand.Fingers interlocked."Don. I'm not a child anymore. I know what I'm doing.""And you don't have the power over me you had five years ago.""Before we talk, I need you to know, I'm not leaving Anna. Not now, not ever.""Never."It felt, for a moment, like that copper button was back on my finger. Like I was looking at the boy from five years ago.Luca ended the call."Anna. Will you come back with me? Meet the Don?"I started to pull my hand back. He held on."We're from different worlds. We can't—""But we found each other, didn't we?" Luca pulled me toward him, brought our joined hands up and pressed them against his chest. "We found each other, and we fell for each other. That puts us in the same world.""Luca. Aren't you in pain?"The scars. The ear that needed a machine to do what ears should do on their own
The next time Luca came to the ward, he was wearing a tiger head.The Morello heir, Sicily's most feared underboss, the man who ran the island's underworld, squeezed himself through the hospital room door in a fluffy orange tiger suit. Then he did an awkward shuffling dance in front of Rosa's bed.The kind of thing you'd only see at a street carnival. Rosa was immediately curious, reaching up to pull the head off and see who was inside.Luca flailed and scrambled to hold it on, completely outclassed.By the time Rosa was asleep, Luca peeled off the tiger head, soaked with sweat. He didn't seem to mind at all."Not bad today, right? At least she doesn't hate tiger-me.""Anna, it's fine if Rosa never wants to call me her father. I missed five years. I get it. But I figure I've got at least fifty years left. Every last one of them, I'll spend making it up to you and Rosa."I wiped the sweat from his forehead.He caught my hand, and after a second, let go."Anna. You've been carrying so mu
Before Luca woke up, I went to check on Rosa.By the time I came back, he was already awake and halfway across the room looking for me.When he saw me, he crossed the floor and pulled me in before he'd even gotten his shoes on. "I thought you left."I could hear the edge of something wounded in it. "Rosa's here. Where would I go?"He'd put the earpiece back in. When I talked, he still watched my lips.So many things had made sense after that. The new scars. The earpiece he never removed. The way he watched mouths instead of eyes.I hadn't seen any of it.Luca. We've both had it so rough."I've already talked to Elena about the divorce. She's on board. We'll have the paperwork done soon.""Anna. Can we start over?""I know these five years have been hard on you. I'll make it up to you and Rosa, everything I have."The fever still hadn't fully broken. His eyes were webbed with red, and when he looked at me, his eyelids drooped heavy at the corners, like a big dog that'd been left out too
It wasn't like I didn't try to find him.When I found out I was pregnant. When my stomach grew too large to hide and I got pushed out of school. I tried both times.But my grandmother had been right. There was a divide between us that I hadn't been able to see clearly. If that accident hadn't thrown us together, we were never from the same world.It wasn't until Rosa was born, a month old and already critically ill, that I went to find him one last time.The rain that day was brutal. No matter how many times I called his name, he never turned around.I watched his back until the curtain of rain swallowed him whole."Anna."I opened my eyes and found Luca sitting by the bed. His jaw had gone unshaved for days. His suit was wrinkled, like he hadn't changed since this all started."Anna. Look what you've done to yourself."Yeah. Look what we did to each other.Luca had Rosa moved to a private room. The difference from the general ward was stark."The moment a matching donor comes up, Rosa
Watching Rosa lying there, so small and so frail, I would have given anything to trade places with her. Let it be me in that bed. Let it be my heart that was failing.Visits were capped at ten minutes. I barely got a look at her before I had to leave.Standing up from the bedside, my legs gave out. A nurse caught me."Rosa is now first on the transplant list. The fifty thousand you paid last time just covered the existing debt. The surgery and post-op costs, you still need to pull that together as soon as possible.""Thank you, Doctor. I understand."Coming out of the ICU, Luca was waiting at the door. His eyes were red. He held up a document."Anna. What is this? Why didn't you tell me?"I picked up the report he'd shoved at me and looked at the number on the page. Paternity probability: 99.9%. Stamped with the Morello family forensics institution's red seal.The paper was thick and official, the kind only used by institutions. The corners were printed with a small scale, the symbol o







