I’d slept for what felt like days, but in reality was probably only several hours. My eyes burned from all the crying I’d done the night before over Theo’s death, and I rubbed them to get some relief.
“Well, I see you have finally settled down.” Aunt Giana sat down next to me and reached over to tuck my hair behind my ear. “Want to talk about why you showed up on my doorstep in tears?”
“No.”
“How about Bosco? Should we give him a call?”
“No.”
“How about your mother?”
“No.”
“Why don’t you start by telling me why you’re pregnant with another man’s baby, yet you’ve been seen on the arm of Theo Coppola?” I closed my eyes again and tucked my legs up to my belly. “I’m not one for judgements, dear. I mean, you do you, but you’re playing with fire. If the Capris ever spotted you with Theo,
