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able talent for leaving a room without actually ending a conversation, and app

side of the

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of the mattress an

th

. Not even a second message to make me fee

he photogr

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there was

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that

months ago. I'd asked him about it then, too, because

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brot

supposedly died

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se who might know where Alessandro k

n was also the last perso

ing flowers in the dini

sort of woman who could hear an argument from three rooms away and somehow know which

gave answers wi

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should ask your

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hallway before return

sband lo

the same as

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he familiar wall she usually place

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shook h

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though she'd just reali

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the flowers an

ft, listening to the sound of her

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rched Alessandro's family n

ographs of his father at charity events, and an old society col

a local newsp

s dated twelve

TI ESTATE LEA

reathing fo

ilding I'd seen only once, during a trip Alessa

ounded by dark tre

ght. One member of the household had died, although the

name was Ales

d it

n a

had begun

didn't menti

ain why Alessa

idn't explain the

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reply came almo

supposed t

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her messa

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lone,

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and frighteningly calm. I'd even seen him afraid, altho

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fought constantly. He stole my things, lied to our

his face, so brief I m

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then someone has spent twelve ye

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was just as af

I told Mrs. Bellini

into dark jeans, a black

my phone into my pocket and l

was being

would be furious

my husband to tell me the truth, I mi

llowed by darkness. I followed the narrow path toward the

d this part of

nches twisting overhead. Even during the day

, small and abandoned, its stone

light glo

d open

photograph stoo

t, neither

ng. He had Alessandro's eyes, Alessandro's mouth

were diffe

n't slept properly in years. And when he looked at me, there was some

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voice made the whole th

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toward the

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you one

to tell Alessandr

know what he'll d

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don't know whether h

my brother is

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t me for a

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that Alessandro does

her d

like admiration

rstood that Luca wasn't si

spent twelve years

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out the fir

looke

h our father. Alessandro was supposed to be th

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him, trying

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sn't an acci

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r was already dead wh

mach t

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ed his ey

small metal box. I didn't know what was inside it,

you tell t

e came to my room that night

ldn't

ked at m

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reatene

r saw h

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did he

swall

und. He said there was no way

ok my

n't prove

agreed. "

ime, he looked

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the hand

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the entrance, his

om me to the man

rothers stared at each

et out a quiet, d

years,"

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stepped int

choose my wife to deliv

pression

choose her

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l is that sup

ooked

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you told her a

gaze snappe

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talking abou

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d have sta

into the silenc

d at my

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one truth you'v

ro lunge

g a wooden chair aside. Luca shoved him away

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of them

nd for several seconds they fought like men

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idea what y

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andro

or a second,

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away and reached

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ee people stood in front of the Moretti e

was someth

rhaps seventeen. Luca couldn'

en them, one hand restin

the edge of the phot

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use I'd

face in a framed photog

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told me died wh

my eyes

mother in thi

drained fro

topped

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she died befo

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ked a

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hing far worse than the possibility tha

had been rewriting th

without telling me that I wa

ok a careful

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loved, the man whose face

wondered whether I'd

I whis

ression

eas

ok my

elve years

walked out

rother fo

e path, my phone vi

rom an unkn

ath the trees

greeting. N

photo

ed my b

. The half-open drawer w

ectly beneath the lamp

ge beneat

he wrong br

screen until the

er message

who was burie

ack toward

ould see my husband standi

was

was looking d

d, as if he wante

ldn't

t sure whether I was afraid of the

an I had