The next morning, I found Vivian standing outside my bedroom door. Luca was holding her hand."Miss Black, please don't be upset with Vincent," she said softly. "He's only worried about the boy's health. Ever since Luca was in my belly, Vincent has taken on the responsibilities of a father. It's only natural that the boy depends on him.""Luca is too young to understand that Vincent isn't really his father. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I can take Luca and leave."Vivian kept talking, her words sweet and poisonous. But my eyes were fixed on something else.Around Luca's neck hung a necklace.My breath caught in my throat. Tears fell before I could stop them—big, heavy drops soaking into the blanket.I looked up at Vincent. When I spoke, my voice sounded foreign even to me. Raw. Broken."What is that boy wearing around his neck?"When I was eighteen, Vincent was being hunted by his enemies. In the final confrontation, both he and his attacker fired at the same time.I didn't think.
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