Nathaniel Eduardo Rinaldi. Nathan Edward Landon. The two names reverberated in his mind even after Alina had dozed off. Two different personas, basically the same person. Just like himself.
Was it even fair to tell Nate about his past considering how much it had nearly destroyed him? Was it up to him to decide about this? He was on a sticky wicket with his headache was now more pronounced than ever.
Unable to sleep, he slipped into Alban’s room who was still asleep and felt a sense of wonder gripping his heart at the thought of that little fellow being part of him. Maybe he was biased but he would promptly have pronounced him the cutest baby in the world.
Although he was supposed to fly back to Tuscany day after tomorrow, he decided to travel earlier to stopover at Michigan on his way
