“How can you be certain they'll all go?”
My mouth is dry, but I recover my composure, aware that it is always possible to hate him even more.
“The Don will have to handle the situation. Fiamma will want confirmation that she truly lost her son, and the other two would never leave either parent alone during something like this. They have that ridiculous united-family mentality I've never understood.”
He says it with contempt.
“When I come back, I'll marry Giacomo?”
I ask in feigned agreement.
“No. You'll have to mourn first. The two of you must grow closer gradually. That's precisely why we're speeding things up. There are details I didn't anticipate.”
“Which ones?”
“They don't concern you. The important thing is that we've waited sixteen years since you were assigned to this missio
