Xander speaks up at the same time, asking, “How did you get here?”
Chiara just lowers her hand and breaks into sobs. Clay pushes past me, gently placing his hands on her shoulders and bending down to look into her eyes. “What happened, Chiara? Where is Carolina?” he asks, his voice filled with worry.
“She’s in the hospital.”
When life gives you curves, flaunt them.
GLOSSARY
How to pronounce Carolina in Italian
How to pronounce Lina in Italian
How to pronounce Chiara in Italian
Mi dispiace moltissimo– I am so sorry
Dio– God
Piccola– Little one (girl)
Grazie tantissimo– Thank you so much
Porca miseria– Holy crap
Pronto– Now
Cazzo! – Fuck!
Grazie, Papa– Thank you, Dad
Oh Dio. Incredibile– Oh God, incredible.
Si– Yes
Bastardo– Bastard
Ti prego– I beg you
Vaffanculo– Fuck you
Buonasera– Good evening
Carina– Pretty one
Idiota– Idiot
Cretino– Jerk
ONE
“What happened?”I ask, shoving Clay aside to move closer to Chiara. Her eyes are red and swollen, her cheeks streaked with smudged mascara and tear tracks. “Chiara!” I shout, needing answers.
I can’t afford to show compassion for her now, not when my girl is in a hospital and Chiara still hasn’t managed to tell me why.
“Easy there,” Clay soothes, turning her toward him. “Where’s she at?” he asks, his tone calmer and more in control than mine.
“I’ll get the truck,” Xander announces, already heading to the driveway.
