Chapter Thirteen Luca By the time I reach the cardio department, I find my brothers and the girls laughing and Enzo is the cause of their amusement. My Zia is by my dad, a rosary between them with hushed prayers being whispered. Cristian spots me first, nodding at me and causing Enzo to look over his shoulder. With a smile on his face, he rises and heads in my direction. “Luc, you’ve grown,” he says, wrapping his arms around me, not at all awkward about affection. Coming from New York and being the successful advertising exec he is, I figured he’d be sporting some exuberantly priced suit that none of us could fathom spending our money on. But he’s in jeans, a black Henley style shirt with the top three buttons undone showing his chain where I know his St. Christopher medal lay in th