Chapter Twenty-Five – Sarah-Sofia, Eva, and Marco.
Sarah-Sofia’s Point of view.
Papa is about to go into a full rant at him, but something is not well sitting inside me, so I stand up and go to my brother, and hold him in my arms, before leading him out of the door.
“Papa, Mama, you both need to calm down,” I say before walking out of the drawing-room, with a sobbing Lorenzo. He is only 16 years old; he would have been just 15 at the time of conception and something is not right.
I led him up the stairs to my bedroom and sat him on the bed. Although none of us would ever admit to having favourites in this family, everyone does. I am papa’s, Danilo is mama’s, Lorenzo is mine, Sonny is Nono’s and Ric is Nona Sofia’s.
“Talk to me Lo,” I gently encouraged him as I got down onto my k
