Tony paled as he held the phone.
Everyone in the dining room turned to look at him.
Carlo didn't turn around.
His gaze was locked on that wedding ring, as if by refusing to acknowledge it, he could make it not mine.
"Don," Tony's voice trembled, "the DNA results are in."
Carlo's Adam's apple bobbed.
"Say it," he whispered.
Tony closed his eyes.
"It's Ms. Avery."
At that moment, even breathing seemed to vanish from the room.
Carlo stood frozen.
I was desperate to see his reaction in that moment.
Would he grieve? Would he go mad? Would he shed a single tear for me?
But he just stared at the severed finger, at the words on the inside of the ring, his pupils contracting.
"Impossible," he rasped, his voice not sounding like his own.
Tony didn't dare to speak.
Suddenly, Carlo rea
