Corleone’s pov The words hit me like ice water. “Corleone, I can explain.’” My heart hammered so violently it was almost deafening to my own ears. My stomach twisted into knots, part anger, part disbelief, part fear and part betrayal. Mom. She had caught me catching her. My mind raced a thousand miles in one minute. Explain? How could anything justify that? I froze, hands gripping the edge of the hotel bed. My chest felt tight, like there was no air. I wanted to scream, to storm out, to push past her, but some part of me….a smaller, quieter part of me hesitated. It was like a remainder that this was my mom. The woman I had loved, trusted, relied on my whole life. And yet… what I had seen made it impossible for me to feel safe in her presence. “I… I don’t know if I want to hear it,” I said, my voice shaky but firm as I tried to steady my breathing. “I don’t even know if I can hear it.” Mom stepped closer, her expression was a mixture of guilt, shame, and urgency. “Corleone…
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