*Caterina*
My nails had been biting into the palms of my hands as I waited for Alessandro to get off the phone. My nerves were already terribly on edge from earlier that day, so much so that I didn't even know how I was still functioning at that moment.
I was practically sitting on the edge of my seat when he finally ended the call and came to stand in front of Elio and me. The grave look on his face should have been proof enough that something wasn’t right.
“Paul isn’t who he says he is....”
That right there must have been the catalyst for my mental breakdown. Meanwhile, I felt Elio grow tense next to me. He was just as upset and curious as I was about the whole issue.
Alessandro’s voice came out gravely. “Paul is Antonio Jr. He’s Antonio’s son.”
Oh. My. God.
I thought I was prepared to hear the worst. I thought I’d mentally prepared myself well enough to face whatever the hell Alessandro was about to throw at me. But my God, was I wrong.
