How much should I tell her? I wasn’t worried about her judging me. I just didn’t want her to think me weak. Or worse, a traitor.

“I’m so confused.” I shook my head, picked up the mug of tea, and stared into the swirling dark liquid.

“Did he hurt you?”

Yes. Oh yes.

I swallowed a sip of tea then faced my sister. “I think he’s having an affair.”

She looked surprised. “Why do you think that?”

“Because we were in the middle of a conversation when he got a text from someone named Natalie and bolted. He was in such a hurry he left his phone behind. I read one of the messages.”

“What did it say?”

“For him to hurry. That she needed him.”

Isabella checked her watch. I went on.

“He just left me there and walked out in the middle of a conversation!”

“Wasn’t Natalie the name of his brother’s wife?”

“What? Dominic’s married?”

“No, Dominic’s not married. Sergio.”

“Oh.” Shit, how had I not remembered that? “He’s having an affair with his dead-brother’s wife?”

“Why are you jumping to that conclusion? It could be anything.”

“Are you defending him?”

She sat back and folded her arms across her chest. “I guess I’m trying to figure out why you care.”

I would almost say there was something accusing in the gaze she leveled me with. I rested my elbow on the table and dropped my forehead into my hand. “I don’t fucking know.”

Isabella’s chair scraped away from the table. She got up and went over to her phone on the counter. She typed in what I assumed was a text message then turned back to me. She leaned against the counter and studied me with a strange expression on her face before she walked back over to me and rubbed my back.

“It’s natural, I guess, if you’re stuck living with someone who basically holds your whole life in his hands, to develop some feelings for that person. You’re not in love with him, though.”

I shoved her hand away. “In love? Who said anything about being in love?”

She sat back down. “I’m just saying don’t beat yourself up over it. Good riddance, and hope he is fucking his dead-brother’s wife!”

“Izzy!”

“I’m sorry, that came out cold. The most important thing is that you’re out of there. And you’re not going back.”

“Where’s Effie?” I suddenly realized the little girl wasn’t here.

“She went swimming with her best friend, and they were going to have dinner together after. I should go get her soon.”

“You should have seen Marco’s face when I drove away.”

“I bet that was something.”

“Izzy, I overheard something this morning at Franco Benedetti’s house. I wanted to talk to you about it.”

“What?”