It wasn’t a question, though it felt like one. We both knew there was nothing he could do if it came down to that. Nobody meddled with a man’s wife or relationship in the Cosa Nostra. It wasn’t anyone’s business, regardless if he was abusive.
“I’ll tell you, but he hasn’t.” I pulled back and put my seatbelt on.
“So, what is this?” He wiped a tear off my cheek with a thumb. “Period shit? Aunt Flo in town?”
I laughed. “I missed you.”
“Missed you too, cuz. Let’s go home.”
Home.
It didn’t feel right when he said it either.
ELENA
THE GRANDFATHER CLOCK’S TICKS ANDtocks filled the silent room.
Mamma took a sip of wine and stared at me.
Nonna sat on the adjacent couch, watching me like she knew I’d had mind-blowing, premarital sex last night.
I flushed.
She smiled like a cat.
“Have some fruit salad, Elena.” Mamma set down her wine glass to push a plate across the coffee table. “I just made it last night.”
“I’m not hungry, Mamma.”
Both of their gazes widened as though I’d confessed I wanted to join a convent. I suddenly regretted not accepting the salad.
My mother placed a hand on her chest. “I knew that Russo was abusing her.”
I sighed. “He’s not—”
“Please,” Nonna scoffed. “It looks consensual enough from where I’m sitting.” She observed me like someone would a bride in an off-white gown.
“Nadia,” Mamma scolded. “That’s not what I meant.”
“No, it wouldn’t be. You’re the biggest prude on this side of the Mississippi.”
“He’s not abusing me, all right?” I crossed my legs in discomfort. “I’m just not hungry.”
Mamma didn’t look like she believed me, and my grandmother’s expression softened as well.
“You’re always hungry,” Nonna muttered.
“Am not,” I replied like a two-year-old.
Mamma shook her head. “We should’ve never let this happen.” She pushed the plate closer to me. “This is the worst thing your papà has ever done.”
I raised a brow. The worst?
Nonna harrumphed.
“Nobody cared when he handed Adriana over without a second thought.”
“Of course we cared,” Mamma said.
“No, you didn’t. I distinctly remember you telling me to ‘trust my papà.’”
“Adriana would have been fine. You—” she cut herself off.
“Me, what?” I said calmly, though my cheeks heated in frustration. They didn’t worry about Adriana because they thought she could handle herself. They didn’t think the same of me.
She pursed her lips and nudged the plate. “Why don’t you eat the salad?”
“For the third time—I’m not hungry.”
“It’s the depression,” Nonna whispered to my mamma.
I exhaled. “I’m not depressed.”
“Then eat the fruit,” Mamma suggested.
“Yeah, cara mia. You need to eat the fruit. You’re too skinny as it is.”
“She’s not too skinny,” my mamma said. “She’s just right.”
Nonna eyed me with a frown. “She’s all boobs and nothing else.” Then muttered, “No wonder that Russo’s so hell-bent on having her.”
I scoffed. “If I were depressed that wouldn’t be a comment that would help.”
They both watched me like I’d just admitted I was depressed.
Mamma jumped up and shoved the plate closer. Another inch and it would be in my lap. “You’ll feel better after you eat.”
My teeth clenched. “For goodness’ sake, I’m not going to eat that stupid salad, Mamma.”
“We can’t help you if you don’t help yourself,” Nonna mumbled.
I rubbed my temple. “Why don’t you think I can take care of myself? I can be just as assertive as Adriana.”
“Of course we know that,” Mamma said a little too quickly. “But maybe you’re not as emotionally . . . stable.” She closed her mouth like she realized that was worse than saying I wasn’t as assertive.
“Keep digging yourself into a hole, Celia,” Nonna muttered, taking a sip of coffee. “You’ll be to China in no time.”
I blinked. “Emotionally stable?”
Mamma played with her jacket zipper like it had suddenly become interesting. “Maybe that was the wrong term.”
“Please, Celia, do explain yourself,” Nonna urged with a grin. “I’m on pins and needles.”
“All I meant to say is that you’re softer than your sister . . . more docile, and a man like that Russo would abuse it.”
I opened my mouth to deny it, but then realized she might be right. It was suddenly clear to us all that I’d lasted not even a week with Nico before I’d come home without an appetite.
“Simply put,” Mamma said, “we don’t think the Russo is right for you.”
“We?” Nonna’s brows pulled together. “Who’s we? Don’t put words into my mouth.”
I laughed, though I wasn’t amused in the slightest. “I didn’t believe he was right for me from the beginning, but it didn’t matter. ‘It is done,’ as Papà said.”
Mamma frowned. “Your papà doesn’t act like he wants this marriage. He’s been in a mood all weekend.”
“Don’t sugarcoat it, Celia. He’s been a downright cad.”
“If you tell your papà you are not happy with the Russo, maybe he will change his mind.”
I swallowed. Was I not happy? I wasn’t today.
“Even if Salvatore does change his mind,” Nonna said, “I’m sure she’s already as knocked up as your other daughter.”
Mamma grimaced. “Don’t be vulgar, Nadia.”
“Oh, Madonna, salvami. I wonder how you ever had three children. You’re as squeamish as a virgin.”
A headache bloomed behind my eyes and I stood. “I assure you, Nonna, I’m not pregnant. I’ve been on the pill for years.”
Nonna shot Mamma a look. “No wonder your daughters are little floozies. You’re practically encouraging them!”
My mamma muttered, “Better a floozy than senile,” as I headed out of the room.
The curtains were closed as though someone was in mourning. A lump showed beneath the tangle of blankets on the bed. Smallish in size, and blaring Seven Nation Army. I lifted the comforter and climbed in before pulling it back over my head. We lay on our sides facing each other, with Adriana’s iPod playing music between us.
When the song stopped, I pushed pause on her playlist. “What did one sister say to the other?”
She fought an eye roll, but a corner of her mouth lifted. “What?”
“Will you be my Maid of Honor?”
Expectantly, she pursed her lips like it was a hard decision to consider. “Your fiancé put Ryan in the hospital.”
He was her fiancé not even a week ago, but now that he was mine she was quick to make me accountable for his actions. “I know, or I guess I assumed. I’m sorry, Adriana.”
“I thought they were going to kill him.” Her voice was shaky with relief.
A piece of my heart dissolved into bits and pieces, leaving an empty ache behind. “But they didn’t.”
“No.” She traced the edges of her iPod. “I know it was because of you. You always know what to do.”
A lump formed in the back of my throat. If only that were the truth. God, sometimes it felt like I was stranded on a raft at sea. Today was one of those days.
“You really love him, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
My eyes burned. “What’s it like?”
Her gaze met mine, her brows knitting. “What do you mean?”
“To be in love.”
“But—” She blinked, glancing at my left hand.
Understanding hit me. Of course she would think I was in love. I was a romantic at heart and I hadn’t even been able to lie to the world, let alone myself. I wasn’t a girl to have casual sex and everyone knew it.
I twisted the ring on my finger, and a bitter laugh escaped. “I didn’t even know his name, Adriana—don’t know his name.”
“Then why did you leave?” She frowned. “I thought you’d met him somewhere, fell in love, and went to be with him.”
Guilt pierced my chest. I was a terrible sister. I didn’t confide in her and I’d lusted after her fiancé. If I died before getting to Confession I was surely going to Hell.
I averted my gaze. “You know that little musical carousel I used to play over and over when we were younger?”
“Yeah, it’s pink.”
I smiled. “Yeah. Well, Nonno gave it to me for Christmas one year, if you remember. Since then, I’d always wanted to see a carousel in real life. A silly childhood dream, I guess. But it never happened . . . you know how busy Papà is.” I cleared my throat. “Anyway, that night I left . . . I guess I couldn’t take the expectations. Everything felt like too much. Oscar Perez, and the idea that someone like him would be my future. Having to force a smile. Squeezing myself into this person I didn’t think I could be anymore. It started all at once; my lungs closed up and I couldn’t breathe. All I believed at that moment was that if I didn’t get out of the house, I was going to die. The carousel just sat there on my dresser, taunting me with fanciful dreams. I wanted one to come true, even as trivial as it was. So I snuck out, took the bus—”
Her eyes widened, and I laughed.