Raphael
As I drove the winding road back up the mountain, my mind continually wandered back to Beth and her adorable daughter Lucy.
Lucy was a Segretto all right. She had the dark hair, the dark complexion, even whiskey-colored eyes like me and my father. More than that, though, she had the strong will and hot temper my family was famous for. I smiled when I remembered how she had marched in, fierce and fearless, to demand I stop yelling at her mommy.
I shouldn’t have ignored her for all those years, just because she was my brother’s kid with Beth. I knew that I’d been a selfish d**k, hiding away, licking my wounds, resenting some poor little kid…
Just because she wasn’t mine.
When I put it that way, I really felt like a lowlife.
I’d been jealous, insanely jealous of my brother. Than
