Epilogue

Emiliana

It had been five years since I had last seen him. Five years since Giovanni last told me he loved me, kissing me with everything he had.

It was hard on both of us, knowing we had to part once more and the more we spoke that night, the harder it became. Neither one of us wanted to leave with bad memories–despite losing Vinnie–so he held me, promising the following two days would be filled with happiness.

It was a promise I was all too happy for him to break because I understood why he did it. I respected him even more for leaving in the dead of night, while I fell asleep with our son beside us. It can’t have been easy for him, in fact I knew it wouldn't have been. He had lost so much in one night, and walking away from the only thing he had left would have broken him.

I put on a brave face, the same one I had painted on for the last five years, even though it killed me.

Five years was a long time to pretend that the father of your child didn’t exist, but the truth was so much