"Get out!" she said simply. "Get out now!"
Don smiled faintly, as if her reaction had been exactly what he expected. "Be well."
"Get the fuck out!"
Don Genovese turned and walked out of the room.
For a moment Veronica sat perfectly still, staring at the door.
His words echoed in her mind.
What have you given up for him?
The question gnawed at her.
Before she could stop herself, she grabbed the small rolling table across her lap and hurled it off the bed.
It crashed loudly against the floor.
Plates shattered.
Juice spilled across the tiles.
Cutlery scattered.
Her breathing turned ragged. "Fuck!" she muttered under her breath.
The anger drained out of her almost instantly, leaving doubt behind.
Veronica brought both hands to her face, pressing her palms into her eyes as tears spilled through her fingers.
Luca had sacrificed so much already.
And she…
She had walked straight into his life and turned everything upside down.
