Chapter 26
As Celina fought the truth that the damning evidence before her confirmed, Sara rested a hand on her shoulder. Struggling to understand, Celina sank her face into her palms.
Matilde hurried into the bedroom and placed two glasses of a strong-smelling liqueur on the desk before leaving.
Sara slid a glass toward Celina. “I thought you might need some grappa.”
Transfixed on the indisputable facts before her—the handwriting, the trousers—Celina stared at the clear, numbing liquid that rested in the glass. “That won’t solve anything.”
Sara leaned in and clasped Celina’s hands. “We’ve been happy, haven’t we? Why must we resolve anything?”
With anxiety jittering along her nerves like a thousand tiny insects, Celina sprang from the chair, and the trousers in her lap slumped onto t
