His Son Stopped Calling Him Papa
He looked toward me as though he wanted to explain, but all he said was, "We will speak tonight."
Then he turned and walked toward the waiting motorcar without hesitation. The engine started behind us, and a moment later, the sound faded beyond the gates. Luca stopped walking.
He stood very still until the motorcar could no longer be heard, then threw himself into my arms.
His tears soaked through the front of my dress. "Mom," he sobbed, "I don't want Papa anymore. Can it just be us?"