Chapter 29

Dario

I arrived in the kitchen late the next morning—to ensure Clara had already left for work—to find an unexpected visitor awaiting me with crossed arms.

I bit back a groan of dismay at the sight of the tiny Italian woman in my kitchen. “Hello, Mother.”

“So good to see you, Enzo.” Valeria Lucchese hovered beside the kitchen window, bathed in sunlight that turned the grey streaks of her hair to s