15
LORENZO
Prior to meeting Jessica, anyone asked me about my nerves, I’d say, “of steel.”
Without question.
You didn’t become a made man without cultivating an ability to hide your fear until you got so good at it, you hardly recognized it yourself.
But now I was sitting in an empty restaurant, Mario’s, alone, being asked for the third time by the waitress if I wanted something other than water to drink. The breadbasket sat untouched in front of me, and the glare of the bay outside the windows was bright enough so I wore my sunglasses.
Where was she?
A warning voice whispered in my head, she’s not coming.
The spot between my shoulder blades prickled, the back of my neck tingled, and my palms crawled with some invisible itch that I refused to scratch.
Nonna didn’t want to tell me
