Elena's Pov
"Angelo," my voice was a struggling whisper.
This news about my biological father hit me hard. As for Angelo, I don't want to know how he feels. Angelo is the only brother I know. We've fought, argued, and threatened to rip each other's throats out, but Angelo still loves me.
"Angelo, you didn't tell me you were coming," my mother said as she approached Angelo. He hadn't moved; he still stood still.
"Don't come any closer," he warned. His rugged voice lost its tone.
"What do you mean by that, Elena? What you said about Francesco being your father?"
How could I answer the question when I didn't know the answer myself?
"I—I just found out."
Angelo looked back at my mother with fiery eyes, awaiting her response.
"Can we at least sit down, and I will explain everything?”
