His Greatest Sin
I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings.
The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out.
Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
My sin, my greatest sin.
Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us.
"Isabella?" the priest prompted gently.
I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.