Mena
Her words stunned me, and everyone around us as we fell into complete silence. I felt a tight feeling in my chest, seeing the depth of Naty’s attachment to Alessio, and it scared me.
She was just a kid. She didn’t know what she was saying. Even though I had asked him to be that figure in her life, and Domenico referred to her as Alessio’s daughter, I had never expected she would actually call him by that name.
My eyes turned to Alessio as I thought of the right and careful way to tell my daughter to call him by his name. His face had turned serious, as he, without a doubt, was taken aback.
“Naty, he’s not—“ I began, wanting to correct her gently, to spare us both from any awkwardness or misunderstanding.
Alessio stopped me with a simple shake of his head, telling me with his eyes
