Caterina tugged her arms around her. “We can’t escape the truth.”
“I know the truth.” Santo stepped toward her and brought his hands up to cradle her face.
As she gazed at him, words failed her. How could they justify their desires? To risk medical complications and the condemnation of their faith . . . was that tempting God and fate beyond reason?
“Caterina, life is full of uncertainty. But there’s also a good chance that we’re not related. Have you thought of that?” He gripped her hands in his, imploring her. “Take that risk with me.”
His strength flowed through his hands. If she never knew the truth, could she live with the ambiguity? To never know if they were living a sin? Caterina pressed her lips together. What would they tell Marisa when she was older? She couldn’t live with a
