Vincent
"Eliza," I say, watching her.
"What's wrong, darling? She ask, her voice trembling with fear. "You're scaring me." I swallow hard, feeling a lump in my throat, and sigh.
"The children who are in the mansion…" I pause and rub my temple with my fingers.
"Are they… are they yours?" she asks, her voice trembling, and I lift my face to look at her.
"And the girl, Martina, is…" Eliza states, and I nod my head.
"She is their mother and the woman who…" I pause, "the woman I fell in love with." I try to make this news not too hard for her, though I know it's impossible.
"I suspected it," she stands up and walks with her gaze on the floor.
"Those children have so much of you. And the way you looked at her at the gala, how you blushed when you saw her with that doctor. I've seen that
