“I don’t know. I guess my father was old-fashioned.”

“Has your sister ever questioned it? How he was willing to lose her and his grandchild?” I asked.

“My father didn’t exactly make the best decisions regarding either of his daughters, did he?”

“No, I guess you’re right.”

“Why are you asking?”

“Just curious. Why don’t you go for a swim. It’s nice out.”

“Why are you pushing me away? I thought—”

She sat gingerly on the edge of the couch, and the fact that I’d caused her that hurt messed with me. Was she innocent? Or did she know more than she let on? And if Luke wasn’t Effie’s father, then who was?

“What did you think?”

“You said some things last night.”

She shook her head then brought her hands to her face, rubbing it before looking at me again.

“I am so confused. I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel. I don’t know where I stand, and as soon as I think I understand something, understand you, you strike out then pull back again.”

Watching her, I rubbed the back of my neck and loudly inhaled, then exhaled, realizing I couldn’t be a dick. Not to her. She deserved better. “It’s best if we keep our distance, Lucia.” I don’t want to hurt you, and it seems it’s all I can do.

She studied me, and the look inside those wide eyes screamed confusion. I understood it. I understood her comment about the whiplash.

My phone buzzed on the desk, and I glanced at it, seeing a text from Natalie.

“I need you!”

What the…

“Salvatore?” Lucia called me back to the present.

“Go for a swim,” I said, standing and patting my pockets for my keys.

“So that’s it? Go for a swim?” She snorted, rising too.

Finding them, I heard the phone buzz again.

“Hurry, please!”

“I have to go.”

“No!”

She rushed me, gripping my arms before I made it to the door.

“You can’t just walk away from this. From me! You can’t just leave me here like this! I have a right to answers!”

I pulled her hands away and sat her down roughly on the couch. “I have to go. When I come back, we’ll talk. I’m sorry, but I can’t right now.”

“It’ll be too late then!”

My mind was too full with Natalie’s frantic messages for Lucia’s words to penetrate. I bolted out of the house and to the car that still sat parked in the driveway. I didn’t look back, just drove as fast as I could to Natalie’s house.

14

Lucia