If there was one place where Lorenzo could recover safely, it was Sicily.
The wound had been deep, and the blood loss severe. His heart had nearly given out, but that was in the past now.
I am enduring yet another of my countless sleepless nights when I hear someone knock on the door of Lorenzo’s room—the same room where he once pinned me against that very door, and one I have never called my own.
The space has practically been transformed into a private hospital room where Donna treats him, since returning to Calabria after what she did for Don Vitale would only put her life at risk.
I expect to see my brother Raoul, whose freedom I demanded if they wanted me here when Lorenzo woke up, or perhaps Fiamma, who constantly appears for yet another of her endless stays with me, as she has e
