Chapter 13
Bianca changed more slowly.
She had spent too long defining motherhood through competition.
If Mason succeeded, she succeeded.
If Caleb stood closer to me, Mason lost ground.
She had never asked what Mason wanted.
When she finally did, he told her:
“I don’t want Aunt Alessandra’s job.”
Another succession war with no candidate.
Bianca laughed and cried at the same time.
“What do you want?”
He wanted architecture.
Of course.
Twenty-year-old man being groomed to dominate a criminal organization wanted to design buildings.
Families are absurd.
He enrolled in school the following fall.
Francesca called it wasting potential.
Bianca hung up on her.
First time in thirty-six years.
She called me afterward.
“I feel sick.”
“Why?”
“I hung up on Mom.”
“Congratulations.”
May you like
She laughed.
Progress.
