Chapter 14
Ebony rubbed Fino’s back as he struggled with his math homework, then glanced at Molly. The other woman was staring out of the window, her face etched with such a bottomless grief that Ebony couldn’t help but feel terrible for her.
“Molly, honey, why don’t you go grab some private time? I’ll look after Fino.”
Molly turned to her as if she hadn’t heard what Ebony had said, but then nodded, wordlessly, and stumbled from the room. Fino, dark circles under his eyes, looked at Ebony. “She misses Dada.”
“She does, baby, we all do.” She stroked Fino’s dark curls away from his face. “You know, if you want to talk about Dada, anytime, you can always talk to me, or to Uncle Atlas, or Bella. I know Molly is struggling.”
“So is Uncle Atlas,” Fino said, with wisdom far beyond his years.
