Gio
It was everything I could do not to bash my brother’s face in when I felt Marissa trembling beside me. I think Junior must’ve recognized the depth of my rage, because he was uncommonly kind. Or maybe he’s just changed.
Desiree and fatherhood have given him a new lease on life.
I had no idea how much Marissa still suffers from having that g*n pointed at her, although I should have realized. Her hands shook the day I came into the cafe. I thought it was because I startled her. But no, her PTSD is as bad as mine—that’s why she recognized the signs in me.
We all gather in the kitchen to eat antipasto from a platter while my mom and Junior finish dinner.
Everyone keeps shooting curious glances at my date. They will be asking me about her for an eternity now, but I don’t give a s**t. I
