Chapter Fifty-Eight
Michaela
Matthew escaped to his room once he devoured his cannoli. I followed.
“Hey, kiddo. Would you like your present now?”
He lived in what used to be Jonny’s mother’s room. Jonny had been raised in Marco’s.
A twin bed was pressed into one corner. Most little boys would have a themed comforter, but Gloria didn’t allow that. Matthew had plain white sheets that could be bleached and a blanket brought up from a trip to Mexico. A crucifix was hung above the headboard.
He played with Legos now, sticking blocks to one of the green bases.
I sat on the rug and pulled his souvenir out of my purse. I’d wrapped it in brown paper.
“Matthew.”
“What?” Dark brown eyes familiar, yet not.
“Take a look.” I held out the gift.
He grabbed it and tore into the paper. “A block o
