Chapter Fifty-Nine
The drive up the mountain takes forever and at each mile I whisper a prayer. Dio, don’t take him from me. Ti prego.
I grip the steering wheel, taking the turns and switchbacks faster than I ever have.
Let him be okay. Don’t take Angelo from us.
“Ave, o Maria, piena di grazia, il Signore è con te. Tu sei benedetta fra le donne e benedetto è il frutto del tuo seno, Gesù.”
I only realize I am praying out loud when Enzo’s voice joins mine.
I tear into the driveway and Enzo is out of the car before I turn off the engine.
The winery is dark as he bursts in, shouting Angelo’s name, and I flip on the light switches, but they fail to come on.
“Angelo, are you here? Angelo?” Enzo shouts. “Cazzo!”
“I’ll get a flashlight from the office,” I tell him as he continues to yell
