The atmosphere was quiet, save for the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.
I stood behind the thick hedge in the garden, my mind a storm of confusion and anger.
I had overheard enough, too much, and yet, there was more I needed to understand.
Bruno's words haunted me. His confession about his first wife—my half-sister—had shattered everything I had believed about him, about our relationship.
He had lied to me. He had kept secrets. But as I stood there, listening to the conversation between Bruno and his father, something strange stirred within me.
"You're thinking about her again, aren't you?" Mr. Alfonzo's voice broke through my thoughts, drawing my attention back to the conversation.
"I can't help it, Father," Bruno responded, his voice low and strained. "Lately, it's like she's everywhere. I can't stop thinking about her. And now… with Maria asking questions…"
Mr. Alfonzo frowned his face then shook his head.
