Does he love you?” I closed my eyes and nodded into her shoulder. “He loves me so much, Ma.” I could hear it in her laugh that she was crying again. Ma held my head close to her and touched my face. “I love you more. My sweet, sweet boy.” We talked that night. We talked till I could see the sky change in my window. Till baby Angelo woke up screaming and Dad and Gio drove off to work. And my house never felt so quiet.
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