Falling Back to the Way HomeFive years into my relationship with a Godfather-to-be, I realized Cicio Russo had fallen for someone else. And I decided that the choice should be his. I laid the options right in front of him: break up with me, or send that someone else far away overseas.
Cicio Russo stood outside my windows all night, down there with the coldness of the night cutting through him and fogging his breath. By morning, Cicio told me that he'd decided. His choice was me.
Or at least - that was what I was made to believe.
Surprise came on the very day of our wedding, a strange little boy ran straight down the aisle that was supposed to be mine to walk.
“Daddy,” he cried at Cicio and Cicio’s face of stony indifference, “What about me? You have left mommy already. Are you going to abandon me, too?”
The ring slipped from Cicio’s hand and hit the carpet with a muted thud.
He turned his back on me and walked away without even looking back.
I pulled off the white veil. And I snatched the microphone from the host.
“If you take one more step,” I screamed into the microphone, “if you leave, I will give all this up. And you, too. Do you hear me? I will give you up.”
He froze.
For only one second.
Then he stepped away anyway.