‘Exhausted. Sick with worry.’
‘Then I understand just how she feels.’ He turned to Hal. ‘We both do.’
Hal nodded obediently – and unnecessarily as far as I was concerned – draining his glass before pouring himself another. ‘Why can she not speak?’
Noah looked at him, frowning. ‘Please forgive my son. As soon as a question enters his head, he seems compelled to ask it.’
‘It’s what a good education will do for a man, Papa.’
‘Then perhaps I should have saved my b****y money.’
I spoke to Hal in Italian. ‘Do you understand what I say to you?’ He looked blank.
Noah, refilling his glass, replied in my language. ‘Not such a good education after all, then.’
‘Perhaps best if he doesn’t know she can.’ I shrugged. ‘It’s complicated.’
‘And up to her if it is known by others.’
I nodded picking
