“And this is a question you will have to pose to him,” Mackenna shrugged. “He is an overbearing spoiled man, and he is not used to the word no. He takes what he wants and disposes of it when he’s done and not a moment sooner. At some point he will tire of me, like a small boy with a toy, and be done. He is angry now because I walked away from him and not the other way around.”
“But now there is a child to consider,” her grandfather shrugged incredulously. “How can he disrespect the mother of his child in such a way?”
“Again, Nonno, another question for Alessandro. I cannot answer.” Mackenna leaned backwards as exhaustion from an overseas flight overwhelming her.
“We should tell you Mackenna,” her grandfather started, scratching his balding head with his index finger, a very telltale si
