SOFIA
The words Joaquin and Sofia took me by surprise. My husband wasn’t one for the most public displays of affection. For him to rent out a restaurant and show our love in this manner was new, but exciting.
“I had Cassidy help.”
“Thank you.”
“Come, let’s sit down.'' He headed to the table in the middle of the restaurant and pulled my chair out, and I sat.
“Did the kids get to bed all right?” he asked.
“Yes, my mom gave them a bath and read to them.”
The waitress filled our glasses with white wine.
“Thank you.”
“Your food will be out shortly,” she replied.
“We talked about visiting my family, and I think it’s time.”
“Okay.”
“I want to make amends with Alessandra.”
“You should.”
“Even Gael has kept his distance unless it’s work.”
“She’s your sister. It hurts, and we all know
