Becca.
James could tell me everything would work out all he wanted, but that wouldn’t be the case if we had more days like today. I paced in the living room of our home, clenching my fists. Anger billowed from my gut as the scene from the courtroom played in my head over and over.
Of course, he had to lose it. He couldn’t stay calm under pressure for us, and that meant we were probably going to lose Alessandro. Why couldn’t he keep his mind straight under pressure?
Once again, his past was coming up, something that followed us like a starving dog scrounging through the garbage behind a busy restaurant. I wrinkled my nose as if I smelled something disgusting.
The Cartwrights weren’t right for Alessandro. They only wanted him because Chad was stupid enough to shoot himself on that ship through a dangerous game. Alessandro deserved a family that would love him, and I intended on us being just that. Tally had given him to me for a reason.
