We arrive just before dawn and find my father sitting beside the Capo in the waiting room.
I take a deep breath and greet him, noticing that he is already sober.
Lorenzo watches me carefully as I treat the woman’s tormentor with all the courtesy in the world, but he says nothing.
“I came to see her,” Dante says. “She'll be discharged tomorrow, but I'll speak with the doctor and see if we can take her home today. She'll be more comfortable there.”
I want to say no.
I want to tell him to leave her where she is.
Instead, I agree with him because that is what he expects.
And moments like these make me hate myself.
I can feel Lorenzo's gaze on me, but I ignore it.
He has some understanding of the relationship I have with my father, and he is intelligent enough to know exactly what is h
