CHAPTER 20
DISCLOSURE
Nunziata cleared her throat. Hands shaking, she fixed her gaze on Elena. If only she hadn’t treated this poor girl like the enemy. She wasn’t the enemy. The only enemy was herself and her anger over life. This poor girl was trying to make a life for herself and here she was tarnishing that. She felt comfortable telling her story in Elena’s company.
“My Federico and my twenty-year-old son died in a car accident ten years ago. The police were chasing after my husband because he had stolen some jewellery from a Milan store. They chased him until—until his car wrapped around a tree after he lost control.”
Elena gave her a reassuring gaze. “I am so sorry for your loss, Nunziata.”
She took a breath and carried on. “He was a gambler and alcoholic, but I still loved my F
