21

Caterina

“I guess my daughter’s too wrapped up in her important job to notice her old man.”

I nearly give myself whiplash, turning to him in surprise. “Sorry, Dad. What did you say?”

“Are they working you too hard?” His concern is evident, his brows furrowing with worry—a familiar look that tugs at my heart. He’s always been overprotective, but it’s clear he only wants the best for me, even if his methods are a bit much.

I’m distracted, but he has no idea why.

He waits, his gaze fixed on me from across the table, dressed in his usual shirt and tie. I wonder how many people have felt that same intense stare while sitting at the police station.

“No, it’s not that,” I say, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “I’m just tired. Didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all.”

“Is Luciano not treating you well? I can have a word with him if you’d like.”

I involuntarily flinch at the mention of his name. I have yet to tell dad about the breakup. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s not a big