Page 114 of Alessio

What happened when this was over here? When Ginevra had to go back to New York, and they left this penthouse behind? Where would that leave the three of them?

Corrado didn’t like to think about those things.

He wasn’t sure what she wanted.

And he’d learned, with Alessio and all of this, that he shouldn’t influence their choices. In order for them to be happy in this thing they had together, everyone had to make their own decisions, and be sure about them. Pleased about them. What he wanted didn’t always factor into their wants, too. They were all different people.

So, he said nothing.

Especially not on this.

If Ginevra wanted something, then she would have to speak up and tell him, or Alessio. It was as simple as that.

Even if it killed him.

“Siena?” she asked.

Corrado nodded. “Supposedly, she would be someone we could trust to talk to, yes?”

“Yeah, of course. She only ever helped me.”

“Call her,” Alessio murmured. “I’m sure she’d be willing to chat about your sisters and fill you in on what she can.”

“Right, yeah.”

Still, Ginevra hesitated.

Her hands trembled.

“Call,” Corrado told her. “It’s safe.”

Or as safe as it would get.

Ginevra nodded and pressed the call button before putting the device to her ear. Alessio and Corrado were quick to give her privacy but not much. They drifted just outside of the bathroom, their backs turned to the door.

Not that it mattered.

They could still listen.

“Siena?”

Her voice ached.

So close to tears.

Corrado stared at the floor.

Alessio leaned against his side.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Ginevra whispered. “How are my sisters?”

“Who takes care of her?” Alessio asked.

Corrado glanced at him. “Hmm?”

“She takes care of everyone else, but who takes care of her?”

“I think it’s supposed to be us.”