White Roses and Dark Secrets

Cora.

“I told Mr Mancini about it.”

My eyes met Rocco’s in the rearview mirror. We were on our way to my mother’s gravestone. I had a bouquet of white roses - her favourite flowers- on my lap.

“Told Mr Mancini about what?”

He pursed his lips, going silent. Realization dawned on me. “You told him I don't eat?”

He nodded.

I wondered why Enzo suddenly took it upon himself to make me eat. Was it becau