Leone
I watch my mother from the corner of my eye. She hasn’t moved in minutes. Her hands are still wrapped around the edge of the chair. Her eyes aren’t here anymore. She’s somewhere else. Some other time. And I think I already know where, back to before she met my father. Before the life she lived with my father was forced on her.
“I… What happened?” I ask, retaking my seat while my father studies my mother worriedly after her outburst.
“She was seventeen.” My father sighs heavily. “She was away at school in Paris and set to marry on her eighteenth birthday. I found out through an acquaintance that she was spotted at a school there, so I went to Paris in search of her. When I did find her, I took her and kept her hidden.” My mother snaps out of it the moment my father speaks again.
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