![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Felix and Egidia always told me Father had been killed by a bullet to the head. Nino’s body became tighter, his gray eyes sharper. When Father hit me, I thought I deserved it.” If you’re told something often enough, you just take it for the truth. But when I was a young girl, Father always blamed me or Mother when something went wrong, and so did my brothers even when they had messed up, and I believed them. Bad things are not fate, or punishment of an almighty power. Nino swiped his thumb over my pulse point. For a while I thought it was something about me, something inherently wrong with me, why I couldn’t be happy, why bad things kept happening to me.” It felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest, as if everything I hadn’t even dared to dream, much less hope for, was suddenly in my reach. “Your pulse picked up again,” he said, regarding me closely. Nino raised my hand and pressed a kiss to my wrist. Nino had told me he loved me, really loved me, no fake emotion, nothing false, just love. I lay in Nino’s arms, overwhelmed by his confession, our breathing ragged from…making love? We’d made love. ![]()
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