“What’s the matter?” “Your brother and I need to talk alone.” “Still don’t trust me, hmm?” Adamo asked wryly. “No,” I growled. “That’s not it. But the truth I’m going to find out today is my truth. One I want to process before I share it with anyone else. Even with you. It’s my past.” Adamo sighed. He leaned in and kissed me. “All right, but remember I’m here if you need me.”
