Chapter 8
Santiago’s mind swirled with the word Samuel. How was he someone completely different than who he’d thought? His skin buzzed, and his brain couldn’t quite grasp finally knowing who he’d been for the first part of his life, before Italy.
They returned to the same table they’d left, and the waitress immediately returned. “You’re back. Do you want the same dishes?”
“Yes.” Pilar answered like she was completely fine and normal. His entire body felt tight, because there was nothing normal about any of this.
The waitress nodded and said, “Be right back.”
Normalcy felt wrong.
Pilar reached across the table and took his hand. “Samuel, I’m unsure how to act with you—I can’t call you Santiago and pretend you’re not who I want you to be.”
He’d guessed she couldn’t. He couldn’t imagin
