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Chapter 53
Emiliana
With Giovanni out of action, Carlos had taken up his son’s responsibilities. I was yet to ask what he was doing in New York, and why he wasn’t at my Nona’s in Milan. But in between my urge to stay with Giovanni and working through my own torment, I hadn’t spent much time with Carlos.
Having spent enough time off work and tending to his needs, Giovanni was almost begging me to return. I found it almost humorous that I was the one that was taking care of him after everything we had been through.
“Verrò a prenderti alle sei.” (I will pick you up at six.) Carlos spoke as I exited the car.
“Grazie.” I nodded my head and swung my bag over my shoulder.
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