Chapter 71

Clara

The weight of the revelation—of the truth—hung over me like a heavy blanket. I’d never questioned why I’d never met my mother’s parents, her family. She’d claimed to be estranged, and I’d been ten when she died.

My father’s mother, my Nonna, had become my everything.

And I’d never questioned it. Never wanted more. Never needed more.

But now, with the evidence laid out in front of me, literal