Chapter 13 Alessandro's Fatherhood

In a mere four or five hours, depending on when my sleeping offspring decides to wake, I’m going to have to walk out there and see him. I’m going to have to look him in his dumb face, with those lips that I know are firm and smooth and warm, and listen to his stupid voice…

And know, the entire time, that he rejected me. That I threw myself at him, I wanted to kiss him more than I’ve wanted anything in my life, and he pushed me away like nothing.

Cool.

I’ve been hoping to figure out a way to escape for weeks now.

Now, I really have a reason to figure one out.

And fast.

Because I can’t possibly walk around knowing that Alessandro kissed me.

And hated it enough to reject me.

Anne waits until an unheard of hour to wake up. It is eight o’clock in the morning, and I don’t think she’s slept this late without being sick (or recovering from a mafia hit) her entire life.

Alessandro really wore her out yesterday.

The thought sends a fresh fissure of confusion lancing through my mind. Why do I li