Dante’s POV
I look up at Eva as I mouthed the words. “What do I do now? Do I tell him?” She looked at Lorenzo, came nearer, and took a seat beside Lorenzo. I could see tears forming in her eyes as she sat beside him.
“Lorenz, honey.” She called.
“Yes, Mom,” he replied, his innocent eyes staring into hers.
“I know I’ve always told you that your father is going to come home soon, right?”
“Yes,” he nodded his head.
“Well…” she dragged on, and I could tell she was struggling to find the right words to tell him.
“First thing I want you to know, Lorenzo, is that I love you. A lot,” she said, placing her hand on her chest as she looked him in the eyes.
“I know, Mom,” Lorenzo said.
“I love you, and I have never wanted to hurt you. Every single thing I’ve done up until this moment has been
