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“What?” I furrowed my brow, confused as to how the hell I got involved. Gian wouldn’t be Gian if he didn’t throw around my name unprovoked.
“Don’t you think I’m furious?” Dad spoke, but his voice was weak and lacked the usual strength that made us want to follow him. “I lost my brother, and I almost lost my son.”
"Then why are we here having teatime?" Gian frowned.
Dad released an exhausted sigh. “I just want to bury your Uncle for now—and that’s it,” he said, glancing at Mom, who stood by uncomfortably. “Now is not the right time to discuss this.”
Gian’s eyes softened, and I knew his mind went to Uncle.
Stefano always had a soft spot for Gian. Maybe because he could see a bit of himself in Gian’s reckless behavior, or maybe because he could tell Gian wasn’t all there in the
