She bursts into tears and Lorenzo makes a huffing sound. Thankfully Vittoria comes in and puts her arms around me so I don’t hear what he says, because no doubt, he’d have said something that would have annoyed Valentina.
"I’m so glad you’re okay, Quinn,” Vittoria whispers and when she pulls back I see that her eyes are bright.
"You didn't tell me," I accuse her. I remember the weird looks she was giving me yesterday morning.
"You asked me not to."
I huff, semantics. "I meant don't tell Lorenzo. I didn't say don't tell me I might be pregnant."
She has the decency to look slightly guilty. "I wasn't certain."
"Vittoria," I say with a raised brow.
"I was fairly certain," she admits. "But I thought..." She sighs. "I thought you needed to find out in your own time. I was wrong," she says. "I'm sorry."
I shake my head. "You weren't wrong," I say. "I would have dismissed it, just like I always do. I bury my head in the sand." I grin. "Next time, tell me anyway."
She nods and smiles back. "Next time."
Cesare crosses the room and stands beside the bed. He looks down at me. "Don't do that again," he says.
I try not to laugh at the seriousness in his voice. "I'll try," I say.
"Don't try." He holds my gaze. "Don't do it."
I breathe. "Okay."
He nods, satisfied with my answer and he reaches forward and puts his hand on my shoulder, briefly, before stepping back and stands beside Lorenzo. Within seconds they’re talking quietly and I know that they’re talking business.
I look at Vittoria and see that she's smiling at me. “He loves you,” she whispers, so that only I can hear her. “He was worried.”
I glance across the room and see that Lorenzo is still talking quietly with Cesare. I can't hear what they're saying, but whatever it is has both of them looking serious.
As though he feels me watching him, Lorenzo looks over. His expression softens immediately. I smile and my heart stutters when he smiles back.
Then his phone starts ringing and I watch as the smile disappears. He pulls his phone from his pocket and looks at the screen. His features harden and beside him, Cesare goes still and my stomach drops. What now?
"Talk to me," Lorenzo says, his voice cold and all business.
He doesn’t say anything as he listens intently to whoever he’s on the phone with.
When the call ends, he looks at his father and then at me and announces. "We found her."
My breath leaves me in one rapid whoosh.
Daire. They found her.
The look on Lorenzo's face tells me everything I need to know.
He won't let her disappear again, not after last night, not after what she did.
A tear slips down my cheek and I quickly wipe it away before anyone notices.
As much as I hate her, she's still my sister. And God, I wish things had been different.
I wish she'd loved me. I wish she'd wanted me around. I wish she'd looked at me and seen a sister instead of someone to hurt.
But she didn't, and she never will.
