Chapter 63: Chapter 63

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Finn brought and connected my PC a few hours later. My luggage was also carried by him. He eventually departed, presumably because I needed to make a decision and he had a life of his own. Although my life revolved around me, it didn't imply that everyone else's did.

I started the washing after unpacking. I then wrote a list of groceries. I then contacted Melinda, Mic, and Antonette to let them know I had returned home but would need the evening to settle down. Mic responded to the text by saying that Cosmos will be at her place the following night, with no justifications or lip service. I replied to the SMS confirming my attendance. Even though I wasn't sure I was prepared, I had to live my life, so why not start now?

The doorbell chimed and clanked as I was returning upstairs from the kitchen.

Unexpected agony ripped through me, and I froze.

The last time I heard the doorbell chime and clang, Falcone was on his way to pick me up for supper. Falcone shouldn't be concerned about the doorbell, Dad had yelled out to me and told me. Falcone then gave me a pair of sneakers. After that, optimism had sprung.

I took a deep breath to ease the pain and gazed at the door, convinced that it wasn't Falcone.

I would get some privacy from Mic, Antonette, and Melinda. Neither Dad nor Enrico would. Dad could be irritable and was protective, so after everything that happened and it became clear that I was no longer with Falcone, he would be worried and unhappy to be kept in the dark. Enrico had been a constant in my life, and since I was one in his, he had been in mine. He would move in after Falcone was out of the picture.

I was unprepared for both of these.

Even though I wasn't ready, I still went to the door since I loved them both and couldn't leave them in a vulnerable situation. Not pleasant at all.

I regarded the individuals I saw as I peered through the side window.

Okay, so I wasn't prepared for Dad and Enrico, but I wasn't really prepared for Amelia Cabrera's unexpected arrival.

She turned, saw me at the window, and turned her attention to me.

I jumped out from under the window.

Shit!

The doorbell rang and clattered once again.

Shit. Shit. Shit!

So, she did see me. I could not ignore her.

Shit.

I let the door open. "Hello, Amelia."

She gave me a raised gaze. She pushed past and entered my home without saying a word after that.

I prayed for courage as I looked over my yard outside. I suffered and got through Falcone's apocalyptic act. I did it even though it tore me to pieces within. I could put up with this.

I turned and slammed the door. I forced a grin and said, "This is a surprise.  What's going on," she questioned

her eyes widened on me and said, "What gives?"

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"What.." I hesitated for no apparent reason before continuing, "gives?”

Yes, she answered. "You were fascinated with my son a week ago. You were in his bathroom a week ago when my boys and I arrived at his house first thing in the morning. You played hide and seek with his nephews a week ago. You resorted to him a week ago when your mother broke your heart. Now you're finished, Ramona informed me. What gives," she said, leaning forward.

Ramona. Great.

Amelia, I quietly whispered. "He ended our relationship,"

“So? " she inquired at once, and I regarded her.

“So?"  I repeated inanely.

She extended her arms and said, "Yeah, so?”

"Uh, Falcone, when he's done, he's done,"

On her chest, she had her arms crossed. "Yago, Gia, that is his name."

I became motionless when she stated it because of something.

I then gave a headshake. He informed me the dude was gone, so no, Amelia. Now he is Falcone.

She turned to face me and said, "No, Gia, that man was gone. But when I entered his home with my boys, I was surprised to see Yago, my kid, for the first time in eight years."

Oh God.""

“Amelia –”

She moved closer to me, raised her finger, and poked me with it.

"You take my advice. You may not be a mother, but I can assure you that when your child is in agony, you feel it too. For eight years now, my kid has experienced discomfort. Not just slight discomfort that you grow used to, but severe discomfort that causes you to fall to your knees For eight years. For eight years, Gus, I, and my boys suffered through it together with him. That morning with you was the first time in eight years that I had seen him whole and healed."

Oh God.

She was completely wrong, so I could not listen to what she was saying.

"He's still dealing with that anguish," Amelia, I whispered.

"No, and he never will be," she concurred. And even though you probably aren't aware of it, you took on the task of convincing him that even though he lost Simone and Sophie, he didn't lose himself. He was still able to recover despite feeling their loss. When you accept a job like that, you don't abandon it."

I informed her, "He tossed it away," because he did!

She gave a headshake. "I see you don't realize how significant you are to him," she said.

“If someone’s important, Amelia, I’m sorry, really, really sorry to say this but you don’t treat them the way your son treated me. There’s more to what happened that you don’t get and I can understand you’d stand behind your son and I’m all right with that but you don’t know all that happened.”

“You’re right, I don’t know what happened but something else a mother wants for her child is for him to be happy. And you clearly don’t realize this but you gave him a promise to make him happy and when you gave it to him, you gave it to me.”

“You don’t understand,” I whispered, she shook her head, hitched her purse up on her shoulder and marched to the door.

Hand on the handle, she turned to me. “I understand, Gia, and I’m sorry, I can see you’re upset and I can also see just how upset you are which makes me think and what it makes me think is that I’m disappointed in you.”

God! Shot to the heart. I barely knew her and it killed that she was disappointed in me.

And then, before I could say a word in my defense, just like a Cabrera, right in front of me she disappeared.

Shit!