His Hidden Wife Was a Mafia Heiress
A small, humble hope lit his eyes.
I asked Ivy to bring him a bowl of hot soup. "Drink it and leave," I said.
Luca took the bowl. His lips moved, and at last he forced out one word. "Okay."
He drank too fast, as if afraid I would change my mind and take it away. When the bowl was empty, he handed it back and whispered, "Aria, can I-"
"No." I took the bowl and went back into the house.
Later, Luca rented an old warehouse across the lake and turned it into a place to live. Every morning, he watched from a distance while I watered the plants or carried Mia into the sun. Sometimes he left chopped firewood, repaired pipe fittings, or a baby rattle outside the fence.