“Get packed. I got us a flight after dinner, so we should eat first and then head to the airport. Gino and Alessandra are coming with us.” He sounds clipped and devoid of any obvious emotion, which only makes my stomach sink further. I know him too well. The less he shows, the more he is feeling. I have hurt him, and he’s taking it like the devil he can be.

Locking it down and presenting an ‘I don’t give a shit’ deadpan face to the world. Issuing orders and expecting ...