Valeria

“You need to understand something first,” Marco said as he wiped his hands on a cloth. “Your brother hardly comes here.”

I stared at him. “What?”

He nodded. “Lorenzo is not the one who spends time here. It’s your father.”

My chest tightened. “That’s not possible. He told me he was sick.”

Marco let out a dry laugh. “Sick from drinking, maybe.”

I felt my face heat up. “How often does he come here?”

“Too often,” Marco said. “He ...