I pick up my bouquet and throw it onto the grave.
“I will fix everything, Father. I promise.”
“Is this the family farewell?”
Arturo’s irony is muted by the anger in his voice as the black car disappears into the distance.
“Let him believe it is a farewell while we decide what to do,” Francesco answers, attempting to calm our youngest brother.
“Believe?” Arturo turns his judgmental gaze toward me. “You are not going to kill the traitor?”
“We will meet tonight. Come with a clear head before the two of us do something foolish. And order Caesar to follow Dante,” I command.
Frances looks relieved.
Arturo looks accusing.
“When did this merry-go-round turn without me noticing? Is Dante a suspect again, or are you trying to protect your precious little wife?”
“Everyone is a suspect, brot
