Rosa’s heart skipped a beat. Her gaze snapped to Luciano—only to find him already looking at her, something unreadable in his eyes.Renzo beamed, oblivious to the sudden tension. To a four-year-old, the world was simple: heroes were strong, moms and dads belonged together. He didn’t understand what divorce meant.“I wanted him to be my dad because he’s so big and nice,” Renzo chirped, his grin wide enough to show his missing tooth. “I thought he could marry you, but now that you’re already married, I’m so happy, Mommy!”He threw his small arms around Rosa’s neck for a quick, messy squeeze. “I love you, Mommy.” Then, with the same effortless joy, he turned toward Luciano. “I love you, Daddy.”Renzo was still in Luciano’s arms, and in that small shift, Rosa and Luciano were suddenly too close. She felt his breath brush against her face, making her pull back awkwardly. She gently removed Renzo’s arms from around her neck, took his small hand in hers, and pressed a soft kiss to it.But her
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