“You can be both,” she said softly. “Feeling bad for yelling at her but then not because of why you did,” Sophia kissed his knuckles. “Do you want to talk about it? You don’t have to.”
He shrugged, rubbing his other hand across his face. “She swore after Anne Marie died that she wouldn’t have any more kids.”
She smiled and shook her head. “I didn’t know. I can teach you a lot. I like teaching stuff.”
“You speak Italian. It doesn’t matter how big or small you are. Everyone can learn something from very one. You’ve...