Chapter 16
My daughter screwed up her eyes. “How can you even think about going back to work?”
Dante captured both of Emily’s hands in his and drew them to his chest. “I have to go back. Em, otherwise there won’t be any money to pay the mortgage, or put food on the table. The ladies from St. Catherine’s aren’t going to cook for us in perpetuity, you know.”
Emily jerked her hands away. “You should be ashamed of yourself for deserting Timmy.”
“I’m not deserting our son, Emily. I’m doing what has to be done to maintain the health of my family including my other two children, and if that means returning to work, so be it. All of our money is tied up in Paradiso, you know that. If Paradiso fails, we’re doomed.”
“He’s going back to work,” Emily said to me, ignoring her husband, using the sa
