Chapter 743
Dad sat at the head of the table, already halfway through breakfast. He looked up when I walked in, Good morning, darling.”
“Good morning, Daddy…”
I pulled out the chair beside him. A servant immediately stepped forward to pour coffee into my cup before another placed fresh fruit, eggs, toast, and yogurt in front of me.
Everything looked perfect.
Everything felt wrong.
Without meaning to, my mind drifted somewhere else again.
The Capone dining room.
Too many people trying to talk over one another, people stealing food off each other’s plate. Someone laughing so hard that they nearly choked on food.
Vincenzo pretending he wasn’t smiling.
Claire sitting beside me, quietly moving the strawberries from her plate onto mine because she’d remembered I liked them.
Someone always threatening to throw someone else out of the house.
It had never been quiet.
I looked around the room again and the silence pressed against my ears, “Where’s Gio?”
Dad continued cutting his food, “In his room.”
“And Perla?”
“They’re together.”
I frowned, “Aren’t they coming?”
He looked at me, “For what?”
“Breakfast.”
He shrugged, “They eat somewhere else.”
Somewhere else, the words sounded so strange. I blinked, “Where?”
“I don’t know.”
I stared at him, “You don’t know?”
“I’ve never asked.”
Something inside my chest tightened, “You’ve… never checked?”
He took another sip of coffee, “Perla prefers eating with Giovanni alone.”
“Every morning?”
“So it seems.”
I looked toward the empty chairs surrounding us. Twenty seats. One father. One daughter and everyone else was somewhere else. I slowly pushed my chair back.
Dad looked up, “Where are you going?”
“I’m getting them.”
His brows drew together, “There’s no need.”
“There is.”


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