Gianna
Nico wasn’t coming to dinner.
I don’t know why I wasn’t surprised when he dropped me a text letting me know that some urgent work had come up and he wouldn’t be able to make it. The way he ran out this afternoon, that kind of made his absence pretty clear. His urgent work was to avoid me for as long as possible. And I was glad about that because I didn’t want to face him either, not after the way he abandoned me.
“This was Nico when he was two,” Vittoria smiled fondly. I peered at the grainy photograph of the little boy holding a toy car, looking glum and bored.
“He looks adorable,” I smiled. “Though he doesn’t look a very happy kid.”
“He wasn’t,” Vittoria answered, shutting the photo album and taking a long sip of her wine.
After she and I had dinner, Vittoria asked if I woul
