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He’d believe her when she told hi more to do with him

He had to

Chapter Four

Sah the silent house down to the kitchen Silently she took the pasta and bread froerator She pressed the mini her breath after each beep and opened the door before the buzzer could sound

She loaded a tray with a dinner plate, cutlery, serving bowl, bread and water glass Her gaze stole to the floral arrangeaillardia blooms would not be missed from the centerpiece and would

Da out of her way to please Giacomo She’d take over their leftover dinner because she’d pro

Back straight and head high, she carried the tray through the darkened yard, the crushed shell path to the garage gleaht painted the curtains of the workshop, beckoning her onward like a fla a moth

As she climbed the stairs, she heard the low voice of a television announcer dispassionately reporting the latest financial news She expected to find Master Giacoer, feet up, as he watched the television Instead, when she pushed open the workshop door and stepped inside, she saw him hunched over in the recliner, elbows on his knees as he leaned toward the screen

His head snapped around at the sound of the door closing behind her If she’d thought her eyes were too wide before, they were nothing compared to his White showed all around the iris and his olive skin had turned sallow and pale

Instinct overrode all her good intentions She placed the tray on the nearest flat surface and ran to hi on the carpet so she could take his cold hands in hers

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

She glanced at the i could not be causing this distress

His fingers tightened around hers, the pressure stopping just short of pain

“So one” His voice broke and he sed convulsively “There is nothing to return to I am in hell after all”

He closed his eyes and bent his head but she doubted he was praying His throat worked as he sed rapidly and she guessed he was fighting back tears