BEN POV

The flight back to New York was smooth.

Alessia had fallen asleep, and I was lost in my thoughts, thinking about what my own mother did.

She just wanted money.

She didn’t even care about my own well-being.

We were going to arrive in New York mid-afternoon, and Clay was picking us up alone because Marcelo was out of the country for an art exhibition.

It felt good to be back home, but my heart was elsewhere.

I dreaded that I had left things unfinished with ...