Chapter 52
Chapter Fifty-Two Cazzo. She doesn’t need this pressure right now. I climb up the stairs, walk down the hall to her bedroom and I knock softly, not wanting to alarm her by barging in. “Cara, it’s me, Salvatore.” She is on the veranda, looking out but definitely she is not seeing anything. “Chloé?” Her hand flutters to her throat, a defensive gesture. “Would he kill Joseph?” “He’s great with an ax.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her. But when she doesn’t smile at my joke, I hastily add, “Angelo won’t kill anyone, Cara, it’s just our Sicilian way of being. We’re passionate and sometimes we say things we don’t literally mean. What’s wrong?” I just want to get down to fixing whatever her problem is, but still not looking my way, she says, “I’m fine.” It’s a lie. She’s clearly not fine. I ca
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