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he could feel like them.

      Anger rose up as he ripped off his tie and jacket, dropping them on a bench and sitting down. That was the problem. He knew he couldn’t feel. The ability had been cut out of him the day he and his brother had been torn apart.

      As young boys they’d been close enough to have a special language that only they understood. It had used to drive their father crazy. And Luca could remember that they’d sensed something was happening that day when their parents had brought them into their father’s study.

      Luca’s mother had bent down to his level and said, with the scent of alcohol on her breath, ‘Luca, darling, I love you so much I want to take you to Italy with me. Will you come?’

      He’d looked at Max, standing near his father. Luca had known that Max loved their mother—he had too—but he didn’t like it when she came home drunk and falling down. He and Max would fight about it—Max hating it if Luca said anything critical, which he was more liable to do.

      He’d looked back at his mother, confused. ‘But what about Max? Don’t you love him too?’

      She’d been impatient. ‘Of course I do. But Max will stay here with your father.’

      Panic had clutched at his insides, making him feel for a moment as if his bowels might drop out of his body. ‘For ever?’

      She’d nodded and said, slurring slightly, ‘Yes, caro, for ever. We don’t need them, do we?’

      Luca had heard a noise and looked to see Max, ashen, eyes glimmering with tears. ‘Mamma...?’

      She’d made an irritated sound and said something in rapid Italian, taking Luca by the hand forcibly, as if to drag him out. Luca had felt as if he was in some kind of nightmare. Max had started crying in earnest and had run to their mother, clutching at her waist. That was when Luca had felt some kind of icy calm come over him—as if Max was acting out how he felt deep inside, but he couldn’t let it out. It was too huge.

      His mother had issued another stream of Italian and let Luca go, shoving him towards his father, prising Max off her and saying angrily, ‘Bastante! Stop snivelling. I’ll take you with me instead. After all,’ she’d said snidely over Max’s hiccups, ‘your father doesn’t care who he gets...’

      The black memory faded. His mother had told him she loved him and then minutes later she’d demonstrated how empty her words were. Swapping one brother for the other as if choosing objects in a shop.

      Serena had told him she loved him.

      As soon as she’d said the words, Luca had been transported back to that room, closing in on himself, waiting for the moment when she’d turn around and show him that she didn’t mean it. Not really. She was only saying it because that was what women did, wasn’t it? They had no idea of the devastation they could cause when the emptiness of their words was revealed.

      But she hadn’t looked blasé. Nor as if she hadn’t meant it. She’d been pale. Her blue eyes had looked wounded when he’d said, ‘I’m sorry.’

      He thought of her words: You’ve made me see how strong I am.

      Luca felt disgusted. And how strong was he? Had he ever gone toe-to-toe with his own demons? No, because he’d told himself building up trust in the Fonseca name again was more important.

      He heard a sound and looked up to see a plane lifting into the sky from the airport. He knew it couldn’t be her plane, but he had a sudden image of her on it, leaving, and panic gripped him so acutely that he almost called out.

      It was as clear as day to him now—what lay between him and his brother. He should have ranted and railed that day when their parents had so cruelly split them up. He should have let it out—not buried it so deep that he’d behaved like a robot since then, afraid to feel anything. Afraid to face the guilt of knowing that he could have done more to protect them both.

      If he’d let out the depth of his anger and pain, as Max had, then maybe they wouldn’t have been split apart. Two halves of a whole, torn asunder. Maybe their parents would have been forced to acknowledge the shallow depths of their actions, their intent of scoring points off each other.

      It all bubbled up now—and also the sick realisation that he was letting it happen all over again. That while he’d had an excuse of sorts before, because he’d only been a child, he was an adult now—and if he couldn’t shout and scream for what he wanted then he and Max had been pawns for nothing.

      And, worse, he’d face a life devoid of any meaning or any prospect of happiness. Happiness had never concerned him before now. He’d been content to focus on loftier concerns, telling himself it was enough. And it wasn’t. Not any more.

      * * *

      Serena stood in line for the gate in the first-class lounge. She was grateful for it, because there was enough space there for her to feel numb and not to have to deal with a crush of people around her.

      She couldn’t let herself think of Luca, even though her circling thoughts kept coming back to him and that stark look on his face. I’m sorry.

      She was sorry too. Now she knew how he’d felt when he’d told her that he wished he’d never set eyes on her.

      She wanted to feel that way too—she actively encouraged it to come up. But it wouldn’t. Because she couldn’t regret knowing him. Or loving him. Even if he couldn’t love her back.

      For a wild moment Serena thought of turning around and going back, telling him she’d settle for whatever he could give her... And then she saw herself in a few years...months...? Her soul shrivelled up from not being loved in return.

      The man ahead of her moved forward and the airline steward was reaching for her boarding pass.

      She was about to take it back and go through when she heard a sort of commotion, and then a familiar voice shouting, ‘I need to see her!’

      She whirled around to see Luca being restrained by two staff members a few feet away, dishevelled and wild-looking in shirt and trousers.

      ‘What are you doing?’ she gasped in shock, stepping out of the way so that people could continue boarding.

      She wouldn’t let her heart beat fast. She couldn’t. It didn’t mean anything.

      His eyes were fierce. ‘Please don’t go. I need you to stay.’

      A feeling of euphoria mixed with pain surged through her. ‘Why do you want me to stay, Luca?’

      The men holding him kept a tight grip. Luca didn’t even seem to notice, though. He looked feverish, as if he was burning up.

      His voice was rough with emotion. ‘When you told me you loved me...I couldn’t believe it. I was too afraid to believe. My mother said that to me right before she swapped me for my brother...as if we were nothing.’

      Serena’s belly clenched. ‘Oh, Luca...’ She looked at the security men, beseeching, ‘Please let him go.’

      They finally did, but stayed close by, ready to move in again. Serena didn’t care. She was oblivious.

      He took her hand and held it to his chest, dragging her closer. She could feel his heart thudding against his chest.

      ‘You say you love me...but a part of me can’t trust it...can’t believe it. I’m terrified that you’ll turn around one day and walk away—confirm all my twisted suspicions that when people say they love you, they’ll annihilate you anyway.’

      Serena felt an incredible welling of love and reached out her other hand to touch Luca’s face. She knew he was scared.

      ‘Do you love me?’

      After a long moment—long enough for her to see how hard this was for him to admit—he said, ‘The thought of you leaving, of life without you...is more than I can bear. If that’s love then, yes, I love you more than I’ve loved

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