ISADORA POV“Everything’s fine. I just wanted to tell you that Daniele talked to Cherry today.”Silence. “You sure?” Every syllable rang with doubt.“Yes, I heard him say her name. Isn’t that great? We’re making progress.”“Why would he talk to a dog?”“Many children develop close bonds with their pets because they can share everything with them without judgment or punishment. They are their best friends.”“It doesn’t explain why he’s so obsessed with that dog.”And then it clicked. “For Josephine, it reminded her of Andrea, but for Daniele, it only reminds him of his mother, and that’s natural. If he finds comfort in Cherry, that’s good.”Jude sighed. “Maybe. I need to return to work now.”“All right. Will you still be home for dinner?”“I promised, so yes.”“Thank you. I enjoy having dinner with you.” I quickly hung up, not wanting to get too mushy.Jude asked me to put Daniele to bed that night. He looked exhausted and as if he couldn’t bear his son’s rejection one more time.After
ISADORA POVJude pulled out of me. I gasped, and my walls were constricted from the unexpected loss. I could feel the cold air hit my wet flesh. Then his tongue was against me, heating it up. He lapped at me carefully, knowing I was still overly sensitive. I became slack on top of the table, suspended by its edge, as my legs gave in.Soon the pleasure built again, and he became hungrier, the lapping turning to a thrashing. I lost all sense of time then, letting Jude take control, letting him give me pleasure and take his own until I felt almost delirious. We both ended up sprawled on the pool table afterward, breathing harshly. I was fairly sure I’d have a rug burn and a few bruises tomorrow, but I couldn’t care less.“Sometimes I wonder what I’ll tell Daniele once he’s older and demands answers. He’ll wonder why half his family died.”I turned toward him, then rolled over and propped myself up on his chest, my chin on my linked fingers. “You sound guilty.”“Sometimes I feel guilty.”
Isadora POVI didn’t have much experience baking, so I could only hope everything would work out. At least I had experience painting, so maybe food coloring would literally be a piece of cake.Simona sat in her high chair so she could watch me. Usually she preferred to stay mobile, but watching me bake a cake seemed to grab much of her attention. I split the dough into three parts and colored each differently. After covering it with buttercream, I sprinkled everything with funfetti.Simona was obviously fascinated by the colorful sprinkles and made grabby hands, but I didn’t want her to choke on the tiny pieces. I put the finished cake into the fridge then grabbed Simona, wrapped us both in a thick wool coat, and walked out onto the porch. Despite the blistering cold, Daniele played in the sand. Jude sat on the edge of a lounge chair right beside him, typing on his phone and darting the occasional glance at his son. Cherry perched right beside Daniele, her nose lifted into the breeze.
Jude POVIsadora lit three candles on top of a cake, which was sprinkled with what I learned was funfetti. Daniele’s eyes became wide as he took in the cake. I lifted him onto one of the chairs so he could get a good look at it. “You have to blow out the candles and make a wish.”Simona tried to lean away from Isadora to touch the candles, and her face scrunched up in frustration when she couldn’t. “Do you need help?” Isadora asked Daniele as he blew out only one candle with his first attempt.“You’re three, a big boy. You can do it,” I told him.He gave a small nod and blew even harder. Both candles were snuffed out this time.“Good.”Isadora beamed as she cut the first piece of the cake. When she pulled it out, its colorful layers became visible.“Wow,” Daniele breathed. I froze, unable to believe what I’d heard. One simple word—the first word Daniele had spoken in my presence in months.Wow, indeed.I had to agree with him, not just because of the rainbow funfetti cake. Isadora set
Isadora POVCherry sniffed at the door, but she kept running over the paper and through the paint pots, spreading colorful pawprints everywhere, so she wasn’t allowed inside anymore.Daniele dragged the brush over the sheet, creating blue lines as if he, too, were painting the ocean.I put down my brush and walked over to him. He didn’t look up as I sank down beside him. Simona hit the floor with her own paintbrush over and over again, splattering paint everywhere. My overalls and bare feet were already covered in a myriad of colors. Daniele had returned to his quiet self after our conversation this morning, pondering what I said. I wished I could glimpse into his head.“Your dad would love a painting of the ocean for Christmas. Why don’t you give it to him?”Daniele dipped the brush into the blue paint and continued drawing jerky lines. “Okay” was his soft reply.“Nothing would make your dad happier than spending time with you and hearing your voice again.”Kissing Daniele’s temple,
Jude POV“Do you like it?”This meant a lot to her. The painting and her art in general. I hadn’t given it much thought so far. “It’s stunning.”A smile broke free on Isadora’s face. “Really?”“Really.” I kissed her, but before I could lose myself in her scent and taste, I stepped back. “Let me get your present.”Excitement flashed on her face, and I half expected her to follow me, but she waited impatiently. When I returned with the small parcel, she dashed toward me. “What is it?”“It would defy the purpose of gift wrapping if I told you.”She rolled her eyes and snatched the gift from my hands, then unwrapped it with as much restraint as Daniele. She opened the velveteen lid, and her lips fell open. “Sunflower earrings?”I’d originally bought her elegant creoles, jewelry I would have chosen—nothing Isadora would have liked. Three days ago, I changed my mind and searched the internet for sunflower earrings. Most of them had been horrid, bright yellow atrocities. Then I stumbled upon
Jude POVThe pain in her eyes hit me unexpectedly.“No,” she said fiercely. “They are our kids, Jude. I told you before, and I’ll tell you again. I love all three of you.”I stared, my anger slipping away faster than quicksand. “What?”She nodded, looking furious. “You heard me. They aren’t just your kids. They are mine, too. You can’t call them yours when you see fit. They are always ours, yours, and mine. Maybe not by blood, but I’d bleed for them all the same. So don’t talk to me like these two kids don’t mean anything to me when they mean everything. Just like their stubborn, idiotic father.”It was the first time Isadora had insulted me. The first time, she’d gotten loud, almost screaming. Her anger didn’t kindle my own like it had done with Josephine in the past, because Isadora’s words were the best thing I’d ever heard. My thoughts tumbled over each other. Still, a small silver of doubt remained, as if my fucked-up mind couldn’t accept that someone as good, as kind, and as lov
ISADORA POVI hovered close to the cigar lounge after Christian went in. After Jude almost killed my brother, I worried about them being in a room together, even if they’d worked together in the last couple of months.My shoulders slumped in relief when Christian finally stepped out. “What is it? Is everything all right?”He nodded. “I’m going to move to New York to work under Luca.”“Oh,” I said, disappointed. We hadn’t seen each other often, but it had been nice knowing he lived in the same city. “Because of what happened between you and Jude?”Christian laughed. “Fuck, of course. He accused us of having an affair. That’s too much bullsh*t for my taste. And working under Luca will allow me to build better connections with the people who matter.”“Isn’t there another way? Can’t you make peace with Jude? I don’t want you to hate my husband.”Christian regarded me with obvious astonishment. “You care about him.”“I do. I know it’s hard to believe, but he’s good to me.”“I’m glad, but t