I Heard His Thoughts, so I Left Him
Marcello, the Don of the Valence family, has severe PTSD. He’s cold, and he pushes everyone away.
But I can hear his thoughts. I know about the possessiveness hiding under that cold front.
When he says, “Stay away from me, I don’t want to see you,” what he’s really thinking is: Lilian, don’t go. Don’t leave me. I really need you.
Six years of marriage, and I’m used to him never meaning what he says.
But tonight, at the family banquet, his assistant is on his arm again, instead of me.
I ask Marcello, “She’s standing where the Don’s wife should be. You got nothing to say about that?”
Impatience flashes across Marcello’s face. “You’re twenty minutes late, Lilian. You have no right to question m