The Secret My First Husband Never Knew About My Second Life

My mother asked me the name of the man I wanted to marry.

This time, I did not say Salvatore Falcone. I said his uncle. I said Lorenzo. The name fell into the study like a coin dropped onto marble, and the whole room seemed to hear it ring. My mother, Iris Blackwood, went still in her chair, her rosary suddenly forgotten in her lap. Her gaze cut to me, sharp and disbelieving, as though I had reached across the space between us and struck her clean across the face.