SPADE
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“Of course, I want to do this. I need to do this. I’ve given the police my statement. It’s time we put this violence to an end,” she said with determination as she went ahead to the SUV. “Let’s go.”
I joined her, and she relaxed, too relaxed, which made me worry.
“Are you okay?” I took her hand and gripped it.
“Yeah.” She looked at me. “You?”
“I want to put an end to this as much as you do. I want to move on with our lives and leave this issue behind. Are you ready to see Italy?”
“I wanna drink a lot of wine, eat a lot of pasta and pizza. I wanna taste the authentic cheese and Italian tomato sauce. Perfezionare.” She mocked a chef kiss. “We should go to Trevi Fountain and make a wish.”
I smiled. “And what would be your wish?
