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*Giovani* I stood at the foot of the stairs, nearly vibrating with worry. I had to keep my arms crossed to be certain Olivia wouldn't see me shaking. She frowned. “Is this about me going out? I'm my own person, I should be able to—" I shook my head. “Please, can we talk in the room?" She bit her lower lip but nodded. I breathed a small sigh of relief and led the way. As soon as the door closed behind us, I put my arms out for Elio. She let me take him, still hesitant, and I buried my nose in his hair. The brief burst of terror that raced through me when Tino texted that they were at Salvatore's house finally abated as I inhaled his scent. He still smelled like my boy, like the soap Olivia picked out for him and the diaper lotion we used when he got rashes. Sure, there was a little bi