ALINA
The car ride was quiet.
I sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window at the places we passed. I hadn't been back to my father's house since the wedding.
I hadn't planned to return in a while, but now, here I was, heading straight there. My mother had refused to clean out my father's study.
Months after his death and she still didn't want to. Though my parents' marriage had been arranged, she had come to like him intensely.
I wondered vaguely if that would ever happen for Luca and me.
Valentina broke the silence. "So? How did the meeting go?"
I tipped my head against the seat. "Roberto made a scene as usual. He pulled a gun on me."
Valentina stared at me, shocked. "You're serious?"
"Yeah."
A beat of silence. Then, "So what happened?"
I didn't
