{IVANNA}
I worried the entire time he was away.
When Sergio was set to return, I paced in the entryway while Nesto leaned against the wall, watching me. He hadn't left my side during my husband's absence, except when I used the bathroom. I knew this would keep me safe, but I would much rather have Sergio's gaze on me.
After scolding me for scuffing the entryway tile, Lucia dragged me to the kitchen for chicken in lemon sauce and roasted eggplant. She had a tartufo for dessert, which reminded me of Karlen and our dinner way back when I was first in Siderno. I started tearing up.
Lucia shook her head at me. "He is better off. He's a good boy, but he never liked this life, not like he should lead. Your son will take over when it's time."
This was a conversation for another day. No way was I deciding my child's fate like that. I didn't care what Sergio said—our children would make their own decisions.
