Sophia POV
“Are you…okay?” Sophia hesitantly asked. They’d been fighting only moments before, but now it all seemed so futile in the wake of this new revelation.
She couldn’t believe that Domenico was dead. She wondered how it had happened.
The laugh that bubbled from Alessandro’s lips wasn’t amused—it was sharp, bitter, and tinged with disbelief. Sophia had no idea what was going through his head, but if he was on the verge of losing it, she wasn’t entirely surprised. Domenico Ricci had always seemed more monster than father.
“Am I okay?” He asked, laughing again. Though, it was more like guffawing than laughing. He ran a hand through his hair while texting on his phone—absentmindedly placing her keys on the hood of his car.
Sophia’s eyes darted to the keys, and then to her car that
