Riccardo couldn't sleep that night. He kept thinking of Isabella and who she was. When it was midnight, he decided to find out for himself if she was a da Costa that he knew or if she was someone else. He slowly left the bed, making sure he didn't wake her. He slowly went to the living room area where the home phone was and stood by the phone for a while, staring at it, wondering if he wanted to call home or not, wondering if he could bear to leave her alone if she eventually turned out to be who he was afraid she was. After a long while of contemplation, he manned up, grabbed the phone, and dialed his father's line. It rang twice before his father's deep steel voice came on the phone.
"Who are you and how dare you call me at this time?" Vincenzo asked drowsily. Ilaria stirred beside him.
